Bloggers are all writers, so creating a story together should be a doddle
It was a dark and stormy night, and Al was alone in his apartment. He’d only lived there a week, and there were still boxes to be unpacked, but instead he was sitting at the window sipping tea and looking down at the street, slick and black in the streetlights, torrents rushing into the storm drains. There was only one person in sight, wearing a rain cape which billowed and slapped in the storm as they hurried through the puddles in his direction.Thunder crashed, and the lights in the apartment flickered and went out.
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Your turn.
You can write a sentence, or a paragraph, no more, to grow the story.
You can add sentences or paragraphs as often as you like, but only after at least one other person comments, and, THE CHALLENGE, you have to work with their comment, even if it changes the direction (although you can try to change it back
) Comments that don’t add to the story can be ignored and will be deleted. I will add as well, but not very often - mainly where 2 people posted at once in different directions, if I can! Is it a thriller? A romance? The sooner you comment, the more likely you will be the one who chooses - although the next comment may change the direction.
If you really want to change the direction, especially after several comments, copy and paste the start into your comment, then add your bit. . Comments that want to follow your direction might need to copy and paste your entry into their comment - hmm, this could get complicated
You can’t end the story* in your comment, only grow it. My story, I want to end it
Can we do this? No idea. Could be fun trying. A single sentence could completely change the game.
*unless you really want to write the entire short story as you see it into your comment - please use a different colour if you do
Comments (26)
Al yelped in pain after tripping over the dog's prone sleeping body on the floor.
He cursed under his breathe as he searched for candles. Why did the apartment always seem full of sickly-sweet scented candles, a sour legacy of too many ex-girlfriends, but none to be found in an emergency.
But he had certainly never smelled that poisonous but yet beguiling smell of tobacco wafting into his apartment before.
He also remembered having been told before moving in that house, that some old guy had died there about 50 years ago....
If this were a thriller movie, it would have been there for protection. But his excuse was nothing that dramatic.
He had simply been out at the nearby batting cage earlier than day practicing, and hadn't tidied the bat away afterwards. He was glad now.
If this were a thriller movie, it would have been there for protection. But his excuse was nothing that dramatic.
He had simply been out at the nearby batting cage earlier than day practicing, and hadn't tidied the bat away afterwards. He was glad now.
Continue....He was strongly thinking of buying a new bat, because this one was worn, misshaped and he was not hitting much....So he got his credit card out and rang the sports shop to order one, but they told him, that they only had cricket bats in stock!!! The dilemma drove him into a frenzy and he was considering taking up sport of cricket instead...what will he do next.....
She was sedated and alone in that ER room she knew very well.....what could she have done now? how did all of this happened?
Real or unreal, her brain went into 'flight or fight' mode, and it chose flight.
An order of Stitchers of the Time mind. Artists of creating and unravelling the fabric of Individual existence.
A Spectral combatant standing poised and between worlds waiting for the attack of an inter-dimensional Nemesis. Just another page in a war journal that had raged for aeons. His companion Snarled wildly hungry for the end game.