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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:22 pm
Okay, so I'll try to make the rules quick and simple.
I'm going to write the beginning to a story. You are going to continue that story in a couple of paragraphs or less. The next person is going to add to that... so on and so forth.
Let's make this pretty; make the color of your part of the story some thing other then black. (:
You know the drill. Nothing inappropriate or I'll delete it from the form!!! Also, use spell check!!!!I recommend that you add random stuff to this story!
Enough talking, here's the beginning to the story:
She stared at the wall as if she was waiting for a picture to jump out at her. Of course the plain wall wasn’t going to magically form a picture, but she didn’t seem to care; the girl had nothing better to do. Her family- made up of a 10 year old brother a mom and a dad- was out shopping.
The clock seemed to tick louder as the seconds went by. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
After the ticking noise had filled her ears for less then an hour, she heard a slight rumbling noise. At first she figured it was her stomach- after all, she hadn’t eaten for the last couple of hours- but the rumbling soon got louder. Before she knew it, she was on the floor with particles, from the now crumbled wall, lying beside her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:45 pm
From the hole in the wall, a figure emerged. It walked slowly toward the girl before it stopped in front of her. It was a giant poptart, about the size of a mattress. The girl stared up at it in pure horror as it bent down. One would not think a poptart could be so flexible. Still lying on the floor, the girl began to back away, then stopped against the nearby wall. There was no escaping the giant poptart.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 3:07 pm
This is kind of a repeat. Someone was going to start one in the writing subforum, but never got to it. I'm going to delete that one and move this one to the writing subforum, where you should post any future writing-related topics. Oh, and this is not in the story...
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:27 pm
Suddenly the poptart turned to the girl and said, "I'm hungry." After several minutes of blank staring and no response from the girl, the poptart said,"Get me food!!!!!" The girl was so scared she ran downstairs and into the kitchen where she began searching for some food. The poptart followed her down the stairs to make sure she didn't cook anything vile. Then the girl found the toaster. Just as the poptart was coming into the kitchen the girl was plugging in the toaster. Then with a look of horror the poptart screamed,"NO!! NOT THE TOASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 12:34 pm
The girl smirked at the poptart as it shied away from her new weapon. She was to be no slave from any pastry! As the poptart turned to run, the girl tackled the poptart, toaster in hand. She shoved its "head" into the top and pulled down the trigger, heating it up. The poptart shrieked and squirmed, but the girl did not let go until it lie still beneath her. She rolled off it, panting from her attack. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes and placed her arm over her heart. Suddenly, an axe murderer burst from the refridgerator and swiped at the girl's head. With a thud, her head landed and rolled across the dull kitchen tiles leaving a trial of blood. The axe murder stood over the poptart, examining it. He then poured himself a glass of milk and ate the whole giant thing raspberry-filled thing before vomiting it back up over the trail of blood. This was not a good day for the axe murderer.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:22 pm
A police officer appeared out of the closet, making the axe murders day even worse. Screaming, the axe murderer- known as Alex- ran out the door.
The police shrugged and then disappeared back into the closet. The kitchen grew very quiet, now that the main character was dead. But how could we forget the girl's parents?
Her brother walked in first, tripping over his sister's head.
"Holy crap!" Zack exclaimed. "Is that Katie’s head?"
His dad was the next one to receive the terrible news. Strangely, he didn't seem to be disturbed by the blood splattered on the floor.
"Yes, that would be Katie’s head," the dad stated as he carelessly threw the head into the garbage. The mom then began to clean the blood off of the floor.
"What is wrong with you people?" Zack asked, disgusted. He decided he couldn't take it anymore; he ran away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 3:19 pm
Zack, now being the main character, was in Egypt, his birthplace.
Zack was riding a hippo through an unknown town, into the market, which strictly forbid hippos.
Of course, Zack didn't know this and was soon tackled by the local... police. He was then thrown into the prison, which was conveniently located next to the market (which only sold fish).
Zack, feeling quite miserable, threw himself against the bars, which only gave him nasty bruises.
Finally feeling like grieving his sister, he fell to the floor in a hopeless heap and cried.
By some miracle, Zack's tears turned to eclairs, and he never starved, which happened to be the penalty of riding a hippo in the fish market; starve in jail until 8 years or death.
Eight years later, Zack was released.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:24 pm
Zack became a fat nomad, constantly roaming the world in search of the axe murderer, so as to avenge his sister. He had almost given up hope when he remembered that the murderer liked raspberry poptarts. He was in Antartica at the time, and after realizing that it was completely devoid of human life, he went to the United States to set his trap for his sister's killer. (Dum, dum, dum!!!!!!!!!!)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 7:36 am
Meanwhile the axe murderer, who was first called Alex but changed his name out of fear for revenge of the girl he killed's brother into Tom Marvolo Riddle was wandering around a small, strange town.
The town was located not too far from a big lake with a huge monster in it. Most of the local population was dressed oddly, thought Tom but it mattered no more when he saw a dingy litte bar called the Hogs Head. As Tom was thirsty and cold he quickly entered the bar...
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 12:52 pm
This became Tom's secret hideout, where he planned to eat kids in groups of 2 boys and 1 girl when he got a bit older. Unfortunalty for Tom, his future turned out a bit different.
Zack's only goal was to kill his sister's killer. She came from the ghost world just to help him. Now began the epic journey of Zack and his ghostly sister, who was dead.
Sometimes, Zack thought she was just an illusion, which she may have been. No one really knows.
Our hero stands atop of Mt. Everest, hoping to catch a wild axe murderer with his poptart trap. This was already his 4th location. He tried the North Pole, some random desert, and a tropical rainforest. Not only did Zack not find an axe murderer, but he found no human inhabitation. Yes, the world was a lonely place for Zack and his hallucinations.
Zack sat down on a rock somewhere on the mountain and started to munch on his five-hundredth poptart, this one blueberry flavored. He tried to think of the most likely place his sister's murderer would be. He asked himself, "If I were an axe murderer, where would I hide?" The answer hit him much like an oncoming train. Hogs Head. He would search there.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 1:28 pm
Zack entered Hogs Head and stealthily glanced around, and making sure that no one saw him, he slipped over to where the bartender stood and placed a coin on the bar. A look of recognition and greed crossed the bartender's face as he realized that the coin was pure gold. "What information do you have a need of?" he questioned. "Have you seen a man called Alex?" Zack asked lightly. A greasy smile appeared on the bartenders face as he lied "Of course." Excited, Zack followed the bartender as he led him to Tom Marvolo Riddle's room.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:13 pm
The bar tender left Zack to his business, and wandered off polishing the coin on his filthy shirt sleeve. Zack stared at the door and wondered vaguely where his ghostly sister had gone, but no matter she would be avenged! He rapped smartly on the door and heard something he did not expect. A woman's voice from within responded to his knock.
"It's open!" she called.
He turned the knob and the door swung open with ease and he peered inside. "I'm sorry I was looking for a man called Alex." "Well you've found me then but I am no man as you can see." She had laughing eyes with long lashes and luscious black hair. She was breath taking, how could this be his sister's killer?!
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:07 pm
Zack questioned this for about 2 seconds before thoughtlessly throwing a knife at the random women, which stuck with a thwang between her eyes, quivering slightly. She fell to the floor in dead weight.
Now was Zack's chance to think about the murder he just performed, which he didn't take. Instead, he continued staring blankly before him, not even bothering to question why his sister's killer was female, or whether or not she was, indeed, the killer.
Zack closed his eyes and, for a breif moment, saw his sister and the other women skipping merrily around in a circle holding hands together before the image faded.
Finally, Zack's head began to work.
How odd, he thought, that they would do such. He looked at the women he so carelessly murdered and kicked her in the head, which rolled across the floor leaving a trail of vomit. Why vomit? I haven't a clue.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:03 pm
The woman's brother then came and asked "Why is Katie's head lying on the floor?" He kicked his sister's head and it rolled across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind. The woman's head then rose, plopped back onto her body, and she tied a green ribbon around her throat. Zack asked "Why is there a green ribbon around your throat?" She then answered, "Marry me then I will tell you."
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