A sentence at a time…
I have been pondering this for a while and thought it might be fun to do one of those stories where everyone participates. As each person writes out a sentence continuing the tale, another one should come along and write the next. No one should do two in a row. The only other rule is that a story must last a minimum of 20 sentences. Do try to keep to the spirit of the story, whatever direction it may go. Also, if you have a picture that fits the scene, you are welcome to post it as well. Need help with that? Let me know ahead of time.
If you have an off-topic comment you need to share, please place it between two asterisks *like this* so people know it isn’t part of the story.
Current Beginning Sentence:
Two guys walked into a bar surveying the scene around them with careful scrutiny.
Bursting from the clouds above her came a seemingly endless wave of creatures with gnome-like faces, small, misshappened bodies, and short, sturdy wings.
MaryG said this on October 6, 2011 at 8:40 pm |
Which was exceedingly odd, because it wasn’t killer avocado season, despite the claims of the Global Fruiting crowd.
recluse said this on October 9, 2011 at 12:42 am |
No one had informed the Killer Avocado Army of this, however – and they proceeded to wreak havoc on all and sundry.
MaryG said this on October 9, 2011 at 3:37 pm |
Behind this first wave of Killer Avocados, however, lurked another line of flying creatures with which she was not prepared.
Island Gal said this on October 19, 2011 at 3:42 pm |
A swarm of flatulence propelled creeplets, in kilts!
recluse said this on October 20, 2011 at 12:15 am |
Kilts, indeed! This wicked army of Creeplets was much larger in size, and number, than what was reflected in her rear view scope, and upon further observation, decided she needed to escape quickly through her underground tunnels, or die a gruesome, painful death.
Island Gal said this on October 20, 2011 at 6:20 pm |
So she strapped on her trusty oxygen tank with mouth piece and dove into the watery depths of the flooded tunnels where the air-breathing bad guys could not get to her since their mouths could never fit a mask properly.
Susan A. said this on October 20, 2011 at 6:25 pm |
Finally, far below the surface of the waters, she came to the underwater city which had been built by a wealthy troll years prior, after being forever banished by the land creatures above.
island Gal said this on October 21, 2011 at 12:27 am |
Sadly, due to a mild eccentricity on the troll’s part, the surface world flushed into his city, making for some really spectacular fungus and really disgusting rainfall, which explained the sign at the entrance: “Where the Crap hits the Fans”
recluse said this on October 21, 2011 at 3:17 pm |
But not to be detered, she was prepared for the troll’s evil flushing plan by having covered her body in thick oils, thereby repelling the distasteful fungus and waste, and quicky propelling herself through the opening and into fresh air, avoiding the fans, where she again joined her waiting army in the clouds, who were armed with warheads which immediately destroyed the troll, and his world, below.
island Gal said this on October 22, 2011 at 4:38 am |
And caused the world’s sewage to back up, raising the sea level 23′.
recluse said this on October 22, 2011 at 9:14 pm |
So the French, who are quite experienced in dealing with foul oders, began spraying their perfume everywhere to cover up the smell.
Susan A. said this on December 9, 2011 at 8:03 pm |
At this point in time (thankfully) a passing comet somehow altered its own trajectory, plunging into the earth’s atmosphere and wiping out every living being — while several light-years away two beings of infinite power and wisdom congratulated each other on a job well done.
THE END
MaryG said this on December 15, 2011 at 5:56 pm |
ROFL, Mary!
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End of Story. A new one shall begin very soon!
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Susan A. said this on December 15, 2011 at 5:58 pm |
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Two guys walked into a bar surveying the scene around them with careful scrutiny.
Susan A. said this on December 15, 2011 at 6:02 pm |
A pair of feminine eyes followed their every movement; lips curving up into a seductive smile as Pamela sashayed toward the two finest specimens of manhood that she had ever seen.
MaryG said this on December 15, 2011 at 8:45 pm |
Of course, as a succubus she would do just about anyone, but it was a bonus when men looked like these two did.
Susan A. said this on December 15, 2011 at 8:48 pm |
Her stride almost broke as some nonsensical and rather insulting words floated about her consciousness — as if from another dimension — but then she regained her poise (and her sweet innocent angel face—–> 🙂 ) as she came to a halt in front of the two (non-human) male-model prototypes.
MaryG said this on December 16, 2011 at 12:28 am |
Then she faced the fact that the voice was right and her succubus needs had to be met so at least she could enjoy doing it tonight and by the looks on their faces it wouldn’t take much convincing!
Susan A. said this on December 16, 2011 at 10:41 pm |
Watching all the players in this bizarre little game, a figure flickered in-and-out of existence–a ghostly form wearing delicate platinum-colored chains which caught the light and twinkled at the few who were aware of her presence.
MaryG said this on December 17, 2011 at 12:59 am |
As her hunger grew, the succubi’s pheromones filled the bar like a wet fart in an elevator, causing the bartender to wonder if her purse was filled with chum.
recluse said this on December 17, 2011 at 1:11 am |
All the bars patrons were effected by the toxic air, heavily laden with sexual tension, and even the ghostly apparition felt a stirring of lust.
Susan A. said this on December 17, 2011 at 1:18 am |
Which came and went almost as rapidly as an F-16.
MaryG said this on December 17, 2011 at 1:24 am |
The succubi was unprepared for the reaction when she wound up under a pile of sex crazed flesh, as every patron in the bar jumped her, including 256 rats, 11,378,962 roaches and shih tzu.
recluse said this on December 17, 2011 at 1:53 am |
Fortunately, the ghost decided to intervene and called in some friends who were immune to the pheromones, and she watched with a slightly bemused expression as the cleanup crew vacuumed up the rats and roaches…but left behind the humans (and the shih tzu).
MaryG said this on December 17, 2011 at 2:00 am |
At least the bar tender was immune and a bit horrified over what happened so he offered free drinks to the ravaged patrons who were slowly coming out of their stupor.
Susan A. said this on December 17, 2011 at 2:08 am |
Meanwhile the two men stood in a corner, arm in arm, staring into one another’s eyes, utterly oblivious to everything that had happened. Chad knew that Todd was his soulmate and no demonic seductress could change that. 🙂
gzidar said this on March 21, 2012 at 1:49 am |
Unfortunately, Todd wasn’t quite himself at that moment…but a replicant whose programming was beginning to malfunction.
MaryG said this on March 23, 2012 at 11:24 pm |
Chad was quite shocked when he watched a panel pop open in his partners head, exposing wiring and other electronic gizmos that had smoke coming from them.
Susan A. said this on June 3, 2012 at 12:48 am |
Luckily, a woman standing nearby reacted quickly – pulling him out of the way as the sparks seemed to take on a life of their own – forming a ghostly outline that then began throwing deadly arcs of electricity toward everyone in its path.
MaryG said this on June 3, 2012 at 1:22 am |
It appeared like a light show, but they knew something big was about to happen…
Susan A. said this on June 3, 2012 at 1:27 am |