Let's write a story, one line at a time!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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This is a fun game to play with a group of people, so I thought I’d post it here. IRL, you write a line on a piece of paper, and keep folding the paper as it is passed so the next person can only see the line above theirs.

We’ll use the [/spoiler] tags here, so before you post, only highlight the post before yours. Don’t worry if two people simulpost, I think it’ll work out. If you want to post again later in the thread, please don’t read the other posts. When it looks like the thread has wound down, I’ll copy and paste them all into one post at the end.

To give credit where credit where credit is due, I was reminded of this game by ultrafilter’s thread, here.

So, let’s get this party started. Remember, only write about 15-20 words. Less is ok, but more tends to take away the “mad lib” element.

So there I was, stranded in BFE. It was dark, and starting to get cold.

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The hospital was miles away, and I was out of gas.

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I looked up and down the highway for an approaching car, but no vehicle save mine was visible.

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Sand blew across the road, and the quiet deepened.

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Unfortunately the spicy chilli that I ate earlier now made me break the silence with a resounding fart. :eek:

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It also broke one of the windows: a crack all the way across.

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Which was unfortunate because just then a confused yearling bull moose crashed into the already weakened window, and showered me with shards of glass.

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What is the deal with these spoiler boxes? Is the story a secret from those writing it? Or the rest of us?

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I vacumned up the glass with a Dust Buster ™ keeping a wary eye on the moose.

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I staggered backwards, teetering dangerously on my platform clogs, letting the satchel of essential oils fall to the floor as I windmilled my arms wildly to keep my balance.

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Thankfully, my heavy denim jacket protected me from all but a few shallow cuts. With a heavy sigh, I started walking.

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However, I had forgotten to tie my shoelaces, yet again, so I tripped over them for the third time that day.

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I fell face first into a giant pile of moose poo. Can this day get any worse?

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As I cleaned the moose poo off my upper lip, I looked over my left shoulder, and saw my high school crush, stifling their laughter.

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I straightened my tie and adjusted my sombrero, before bashfully ducking into a nearby store.

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We need more lines than this! :slight_smile:

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Noticing there was a masked man with a gun that was pointed at the store clerk (who looked like Apu), I subdued him (the masked man, not Apu) by pushing my sombrero over his head)

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…

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The masked man struggled underneath the sombrero. “Fool!” he cried. “I am the Mysterious Masked Superhero! The store clerk is–”

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–mysteriously absent. We need more cheese, dammit!"