hitomimay Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 In line with the drop a word, keep a word game going on in "Waiting it Out", here's are the rules to this game: Each person writes 1 sentence at a time, continuing the previous sentence to create a crazy and imaginative story over time. For example: Person A: There once was a little bookstore on the corner of Johnson and Bentley. Person B: Little did people know that it housed an underground cult. Person C: The cult was secretly plotting to help relieve the world of stressed out grad school applicants by granting them admission, and soon!!! And you get the picture. Here's the first sentence: Every single day of his life, the sun rose and set without much ado, marking just another mundane day in his oh-so-very mundane life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PhDreams Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 That was until he awoke one day to the sound of the postman anouncing the arrival of a much awaited letter from Amazing University. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kazoo Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 With frantic eagerness, he jumped out of bed, his heart was beating with a single question as he stepped out into the cold morning air. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Athenrein Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 The words "Level One: Begin!" flashed in the sky, and orcs swarmed into his front yard, brandishing rusty axes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
koolherc Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 (edited) Immediately, a rusty axe hurtled through the air towards him, but he swiftly avoided it, his embedded Jungian collective-subconscious-derived ninja instincts seizing control over his fast-twitch muscles. Edited February 2, 2012 by koolherc Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wolfcreak Posted February 2, 2012 Share Posted February 2, 2012 The axe embedded itself in the door frame, and quivered, and he stood transfixed, seeing in it his barbarian past, and he was unable to squelch his rising impulse to rip it from the frame and run amok. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hitomimay Posted February 3, 2012 Author Share Posted February 3, 2012 As his sweaty palms reached for the deadly weapon, he was reminded of all that was at stake: if he couldn't walk away victoriously from Round One, his future would seem terribly bleak indeed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oseirus Posted February 3, 2012 Share Posted February 3, 2012 He pondered & reflected why the arc had been thrown in the fashion that it had; what was the background of the thrower; what were the aims of the thrower; and what was the importance of completing level one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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