For all of you that didn't come to the kick off party, this is the story we wrote together, with each person writing one sentence at a time. I instructed everyone to look only at the sentence before the one they wrote, so no one had any idea what the whole story was about until I read it out loud at the end. Judging by this story, we obviously have some really creative people in Tallahassee!
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in fairy-land. She was kind of bored with fairy-land and it's archaic customs, though; she needed a change. This fairy-girl, you see, was an imposter on the verge of being discovered. For unbeknownst to her lover, believing her to be magical, she is nothing more than a barely sentient toaster, cleverly disguised to woo her lover with the aroma of burnt toast. Burnt toast from outer space, with space monkeys from space, performing the sacred space dance of burnt space toast, journeying through space to the planet Earth, where they went to the local arcade and played space invader. But the space monkeys ran out of tokens at the arcade, and decided to rob a liquor store. They disguised themselves as American presidents.
Much to their chagrin, Bush walked in for a six-pack of Bud. They formed a ring around him as he cracked the first beer, glaring ominously. The Egyptologists, sitting across from him, talked incessantly about the mummy court singer of about 30 years old, with Cleopatra eyes.
Suddenly, Awkward the Flying Turtle decided that this would be the best time to interrupt this court singer conversation and took a dive for the beer keg, disrupting the Egyptologist's impassioned discussion about the love-lorn mummy.
"HARK!"
"Hail and well met, good fellow!" The guard's welcoming words were contradicted by his large scimitar and intimidating gaze. He raised the scimitar in a mocking salute. The leather grip, smoothed with years of consistant use, slipped out of his sweaty fingers and landed on the floor with a dull clatter. Cursing under his breath, he knelt to retrieve it.
Disappearing in a wisp of fog, he reappeared several feet away in a tree, and a few feet wider through the middle. The wider through the middle part was most troublesome, given the need to fit through the key hole.
And then, quite suddenly - a great big pile of rocks fell down from the sky and everyone died.
THE END.
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-Rachel-
