Something borrowed, something blue
Ok this place is really getting boooooooring. If there's anyone out there I've got an idea.
Let's write a story. I'll start with the first line in the comment box and after that, you all can copy and paste and eventually we'll have something.
You may not write 2 consecutive sentances. Here we go.
posted by barkey @ 5:58 PM
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The sky was some kind of maroon and a warm tickle dripped off my forehead.
The sky was some kind of maroon and a warm tickle dripped off my forehead. I recalled suddenly the urgency of the situation, the pain bringing me out of my stupor. I tried to reach up to wipe my brow, but nothing happened.
The sky was some kind of maroon and a warm tickle dripped off my forehead. I recalled suddenly the urgency of the situation, the pain bringing me out of my stupor. I tried to reach up to wipe my brow, but nothing happened.
As I awoke I gasped for air, like a fish who has (for some time) neglected his friend, the water.
The sky was some kind of maroon and a warm tickle dripped off my forehead. I recalled suddenly the urgency of the situation, the pain bringing me out of my stupor. I tried to reach up to wipe my brow, but nothing happened.
As I awoke I gasped for air, like a fish who has (for some time) neglected his friend, the water. The labor of breathing was worsened due to the fact that one nostril was congested with blood, and there was what appeared to be a dirty sock lodged in my mouth. "I think I'll taste this goddamned sock the rest of my life" I thought as I wondered how long that might be.
the end.
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