We never got around to reading the round robin at the kick-off, so here it is:
They gathered, it was not a mass, it was not an assembly.
They were just nobody.
Nobody in particular. But you could say that about any assembly.
It's the group hug that melts the chocolate for the strawberries, sitting eagerly in the refridgerator.
A raven perched on an old, gigantic, dying, wiry, oak tree cawed into the lonely dark night
the evil bunny silently crept into the night, its little beady red eyes darting around
, calling forth the forces of storm, earth, wind and fire as he laughed maniacally
a shiny purple ball appeared from nowhere, startling all the people in the room.
Well it was not unexpected because he had done it before many times, if truth be
told, no one really had any idea what was going on in the narrative anymore.
Unfortunately, the world then spontaneously combusted, and you were left with nothing but a silly
cat in a bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
what am i supposed to type this this blank space? help help help help!!! help!
the knife plunged into the eyeball and made a loud and disgusting squishy sound so
repulsive that our hero nearly threw up on the nearby box of red pens. He
shook it once. Twice. On the third swipe, ink flayed across the page that he
opened was torn, tattered and had an air of abandonment over years of flipping through
the dusty old book lying on the dusty old floor in the dusty old room
was filled to the brim with old junk, old, ancient treasures long forgotten by everyone.
the exile trudged on--loveless, purposeless, but fearless at the same time. "NOT A COWARD!" Sigh...
For all the years he spent on the road, he lost a different lover still.
"So, have you heard about Dracula's moon base?" Someone asked, he arched an eyebrow curiously.
The effect would have been more impressive if that eyebrow had not been dyed aquamarine.
It's not aquamarine. It's red, like thick gouts of blood flowing from a fresh wound
he gasped, the memories from the recent war coming back to him like a wave.
The images of dead bodies and desembled corpses scattered over plains and city streets, rotting.
Much like baby teeth left in too long long past their fall out due date.
They were beyond saving, and yet they lived hoping that their saviour would come someday.
I sat there and waited for days and days, but nothing and no one came.
My dreams and hopes were utterly shattered, and that event changed me forever and ever.
in the embrace of the grim reaper and time is running out as i ran
I didn't knew if I can out run it but darn it, I have to.
I came in and I was forced to transform into a ninja. Won a prize!
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~ E.L. Doctorow
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Oct 31, 2009 - 07 15
HAHAHAHAAHAH! The ending is awesome and I love the bit that says "help, help, help!"etc.
----------Co-ML for Singapore
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Oct 31, 2009 - 09 39
Wow. It's almost as lucid as my old housemate when he was cranked to the max on multiple recreational chemicals.
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Oct 31, 2009 - 22 54
I'm interested in reading the round robin results, Sarah! :P
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Nov 1, 2009 - 00 28
That was fun. I love round robin stories!
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Nov 3, 2009 - 04 41
It's funny xD
----------In this world, there is no such thing as coincidence.
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Nov 3, 2009 - 05 35
Th round robin went boomz in the middle somewhere :P
----------Otherwise it was a pretty laughable story
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