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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 8:57 pm
The term round-robin describes a single story authored or signed by numerous individuals.
I will begin a small story (About a paragraph), introducing a character and some sort of plot. The next poster will then continue the story where I left off (This can be as ridiculous as you want, as long as it stays consistent with what's happened before.) and we'll see how the story changes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 8:58 pm
Alice stood outside her bedroom door, holding her year book in her hands tightly. It was the last day of her High School career. It was terrifying.
-Go-
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:24 am
((About how long is the required words/sentences for someone to post.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:54 am
keichaos ((About how long is the required words/sentences for someone to post.)) ((As much or as little as you like. Anything from 1 sentence too a page, though 5 or 6 sentences will probably prove to be a good amount over all.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:57 am
((I'll try...)) Then, she looked at the windows and tried to focus on her feelings. It was scary and in some ways, exciting. What will be beyond High School? What was beyond? Is it something horrible and cruel or is it something pleasant? She wondered.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:22 pm
((This seems like fun~))
The female gazed at out the window a moment longer before muttering to herself--an old habit she had developed when she was alone, or thought she was alone, “Well… No use staying in here, is there…” Pulling the year book closer to her small chest she started down the hall that lead to the kitchen, maybe some food would calm her nerves... nothing like a large plate of warm pancakes to lift one's mood.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 7:26 am
Her mother stood in the kitchen, flipping the last of the pancakes onto a plate. She smiled. Oh Mom. Always cooking. "Hi Mom." She said cheerfuly and sat at the table. Her mother looked over at her, but there was something odd in the look she gave her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 8:28 am
"Honey, you're giving that same aura as before. You know we talked about this again and again." She said.
Mom always knew what I felt. There was no use hiding it; all of my secrets and thoughts are like an open book to her. However, though she may know that something disturbs me, I refused to tell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:52 pm
The female refused to meet her mothers gaze… she wasn’t going to lose this one. It was one of those awkward parent-daughter silences as Alice began to neatly cut her pancakes. They had to be perfect, even, squares. Not crooked, not multitudes of sizes, they had to be the same. Ah, the woes of OCD. She couldn’t explain why, though how many can just explain away their OCD’s?
As soon as the last of the pancakes were finished she stood to leave, though she was stopped by her mother, “Sweetie, enjoy your last day. You’re only young once, don’t waste it with worries,” the older woman replied, brushing Alice’s bangs out of her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. After a warm smile and a hug she strutted out the door. The birds chirped, the sun shined brightly, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Today was going to be a good day… at least that’s what she initially thought.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:07 pm
intill she was at school. Loud, messy, cramped, and full of half insane teens. any OCD kid,s worse nightmare. Alice ran she had to get away. as she rounded a couner she ran head long in to a guy with long, thick, brown, hair. Alice turned bright red and fained deadaway
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 2:17 am
Suddenly, she felt a soft struggling in her backpack. Curious on what was happening inside and not letting the guy peak into her bag, she ran to the lavatory and checked it. When she opened her bag, the year book was glowing magically! What was this? Was this some kind of magic trick? She reached for it... ((Uhm... Ren, you said the story could turn anything ridiculous as long as it was consistent, right? XD))
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:16 pm
and questioned quietly“A-a glowing book?” Immediately she dropped to her knees and checked under the stalls. No feet, that’s good. Picking up her backpack she pulled out the unnatural book. “Let’s see what we got here…” she muttered, pushing her large glasses up further on her nose. Taking one last glance at the door--she didn’t want anyone walking in on her--she opened the book to a random page in the middle. It seemed more movie like, who actually started in the front? Suddenly the bathroom was filled with a blinding green light, the girl dropped the book out of shock. It seemed like hours--though it was only actually a few seconds--before the light died down. “Wh-wh-what was that?” she asked no one in particular. Then she raised an eyebrow and touched her throat, /Why does my voice sound so odd…?/ she wondered, thinking it sounded… deeper than her normal light voice.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 8:03 am
keichaos ((Uhm... Ren, you said the story could turn anything ridiculous as long as it was consistent, right? XD)) ((Make it as crazy as you want, yes))
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 8:03 pm
"Master," a weak voice whispered. Alice spun around and saw a glowing, translucent male figure raising himself into a crouch. "I am Lucas Robertson from the class of '05. I will first give you a warning and then grant you one wish. " Alice flung herself against the wall and tried to become as small as possible. Maybe it would just leave?
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 3:39 am
Lucas raised a finger and looked at her with great focus. She felt like she was going to melt but she tried to be strong. Is this magic?
"Someone..." Lucas began. "Will fall in love to you. Now, heed me, for this love will cause both pain and happiness, Alice."
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