Writing a story

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   JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

   Lets all work together and make an excellent story,
   
   Basically, just add a sentence or two onto the person above you and see how crazy it can get. Try to leave something for the next person to work with
   
   I'll start,
   
   I was walking through the forest one day, there was a cool breeze in there air an eerie feeling around. I heard some twigs snapping behind me but assume it was just the trees going to sleep. When I turned to verify my thoughts I was shocked to see...

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   awareposted 11 years ago

   A box with jack o lantern  eyes.
   Trying to eat another box without a face.
   Pandemonium ensued!

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   JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

   It was incredible, I had discovered a new species of the box monsters. And this one was a violent little fella, prepared to eat anything for survival. I watched him run off to...

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   awareposted 11 years ago

   The recycle  bin .
   It was there that justice was put into action.
   The End.
   I'm a short story fan.
   Care to start again?

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   JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

   Ah I thought it was going well. I'll go from "put into action"
   
   I decided to explore the little fellas home. I lifted the bin up and there it was, at first I thought my eyes had deceived me, surely it couldn't be? But it was, it really was... Under the bin I could see...

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   awareposted 11 years ago

   The waste of men. Thrown away boxes.Still worth using.
   Its no wonder one box finally went mad.

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   JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

   I think what we were dreading had finally happened. The box monsters that we all trust and loved had finally gone awl, turned against us, eating our hearts inside out... So what did we do next? We...

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   awareposted 11 years ago

   we  showed the boxes where other boxes eat boxes.
   the lesbian  bar.
   this confused them and bought us time .

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   JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

   The just walked through the streets for day, with a mass look of confusion. We had to plan what to do, we had to plan before we ran out of time...

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    then the rain came.
    and the fleeting nature or cardboard  came to bare on the boxes.
    but it only slowed their progress.

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    JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

    We all stared amazed at these once helpless creatures... They were evolving, we thought the rain would surely slow them, but then had now developed to withstand it, they had grown...

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    packaging continued  to progress aided with a  plastic   coat.
    like a self replicating robot  bent on domination.
    The boxes  continued their onslaught .
     
    to be continued tomorrow.
    im tired.
    sorry

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    Green Bardposted 11 years ago

    That was the problem because it appeared there was no solution to dealing with the boxes and what was actually happening. But an answer there must be somewhere!

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    JakeFrostposted 11 years ago

    We called up our best, our smartest, our most intelligent agent... Dr Bean, he said he had a solution to the problem, he said it would work. He immediately went to work on his plan to...

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    But meanwhile  the boxes continued their offensive .
    They rolled  through  streets  like tumbleweed.
    And covered city after city like a dust storm.

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    2uesdayposted 11 years ago

    Then the mayor of the town had a great idea. He would close all the schools and colleges for a day and get the kids to clear up all the wayward bits of cardboard.

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    Green Bardposted 11 years ago

    And then it suddenly clouded over fast, the skies went dark and the thunder rumbled. The lightning flashed, the rain started to bucket down, and the boxes were soaked in the downpour.

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    2uesdayposted 11 years ago

    The torrent of rain caused an instant and massive collapse of the boxes. Then, slowly at first they began to transform. Firstly into a squishy mass and then individual shapes began to emerge from the pulp. One by one, slowly figures began to arise from the quivering wet mound of cardboard.

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    The paper reads .
    "Second feeble attempt fails !
    Dr. Bean  . works feverishly.
    While town after town  is covered.

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    story line folks .
    sighs

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       Shadesbreathposted 11 years agoin reply to this

       What kind of story doesn't have a nemesis?
       
       sigh back at you.
       
       [edit] You know what, never mind. I deleted my contribution. Feel free to direct how the creative enterprise goes with your "sighs" and disapproval. 
       
       Have fun.

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    awareposted 11 years ago

    Dr beans trying to stop the box monsters.
    His nemesis wouldn't  be trying to stop the box monsters  to.
    He would  be aiding the box s.
    Trying to defeat Dr bean .

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       Shadesbreathposted 11 years agoin reply to this

       Well, I was going to have Gladius Bagus trying to defeat the box monster before Dr. Bean did. That way, Gladius could try to win the adoration of the world and perhaps even "get the girl" should such a character have been introduced. I thought it would be fun to add a little complexity to the story. However, your approach might have been just as fun, with the box monster having an ally in Gladius. It's too bad you pooh-poohed the idea rather than running with your creative instinct. Who knows, someone might have come up with an ally for Dr. Bean, and then we'd have had a story with four characters rather than only two.
       
       This sort of group writing is no fun if players don't feel free to participate in their own way. If there is going to be someone swooping in and "sighing" and standing there with their hands on their hips saying, "No, that is not the story line I want," then the whole point of writing a story amongst friends is lost. Besides, it's a creative writing game. The whole point is to see what you can do with whatever the last person put up.
       
       If you want to control how a story goes, it's best to write one by yourself.

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    Tenerife Islanderposted 11 years ago

    Who cares about those who sigh? For I say this is no ending, not at all, though a certain sadness has set in! But this is where the real story can now begin. Let the Muse inspire all who read!

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