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 Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 9:56 pm
Hello all you budding, flowering or wilting writers out there! Welcome to the cabin where you need not suffer the pestiferous presence of that loathsome thing we wordy folk like to call... writer's block.
Why, you ask? Because all you need to do to play is compose a simple two sentences while we build a story together!
So break out those writing journals and roll out your sleeping bag because we're about to start.
First, a simple outline of the rules:
1.) We'll be building a story together, so please do your best to keep the plot line as coherent as possible.
2.) You can submit multiple sentences, but allow someone else to post before you do so and don't get too greedy.
3.) If you post a response and realize someone got to it before you did, edit your post and submit a new bit of genius.
4.) Enjoy yourself!
Alright, everyone comfy? Let's get this shindig started then!
Compose a 2 sentence continuation of the following opening:
A dense morning fog had gathered around the sleeping house, muting the sky outside and softening the creaks in the floorboards as a silent figure crept over them. Outside the nearest window a slight wind twisted in the strands of damp air and hurried past, tracing the progress of the lone shadow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 10:19 pm
Upon the branch of a haggard larch, a nightingale sang an unheard song warning of the movement of the fearsome spectre. A moment later, there was a single loud knock on the door, and the shadow vanished into the misty air.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 8:17 pm
In the deeper recesses of the house, a heavy foot thumped angrily against the floorboards as it was thrown from beneath the warm covers.
"Dadblastid motherless hog, who could be knocking on my door at this early hour?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 8:30 pm
The door shook as the voice blared out. A mysterious ghost stands at the door, just calling your name.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:06 pm
Snuggled under mounds of warm blankets, and old man woke with a start. Someone seemed to be calling to him, so he cautiously crept out of bed and walked to the door, pushed aside the curtains, and peered out of the little window.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:28 pm
The old man saw, to his surprise, nothing more than a small child shivering in the cold. "Poor thing," he sighs as he backs away from the window, grateful to be relieved of his prior fears upon awakening and made strenuously made his way towards the door causing the floorboards to creak -- A number of sighs, a shuffling of locks, a firm grip of a rusted doorknob, and the turn of a moth-eaten hand reveals what lies behind the door.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:40 pm
The door creaked as it slowly opened, revealing an empty doormat, with nothing but fallen leaves on it. "Where did the child go?" the man wondered as he surveyed his front porch.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 12:49 am
((Just a friendly reminder *cough*Ethereal*cough* the challenge of the writer's bunk is that it's limited to two sentences! Keep going!))
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:25 am
Mira ((Just a friendly reminder *cough*Ethereal*cough* the challenge of the writer's bunk is that it's limited to two sentences! Keep going!))
[[Lulz I totally failed... <_<;; I should never post when I have a headache... sorry xD; *worked out an edit...*]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 4:59 pm
(Is anyone going to go next? I wrote the last two sentences.)
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 12:57 pm
lilchibiusa (Is anyone going to go next? I wrote the last two sentences.) I got ya Chibi whee
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:01 pm
Then suddenly the old man heard a rustle come from the bushes, he peered out into the distance to see if he could make anything out
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:38 pm
He carefully approached the bushes, and cautiously checked them for signs of life. Not finding anything, he sighed and turned around, only to come face to face with the one person he thought he would never see again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 2:46 pm
"Christoff, I thought you were never coming back." He said looking at the figure who stood in front of him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:17 pm
(That was technically one sentence, but whatever.) lol
The old man gazed with mournful eyes at the figure of his son, the very son he had buried 20 years prior to that moment. "Why is it that you have come to return my sorrows?" the dejected father ask.
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