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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:58 pm
This game is one of my favorite party games. Here's how you play: One person starts out a story and stops at a random time. The next person to come in continues that story and so on and so forth. The excersize (pardon my spelling...haven't slept in a while) helps with creativity but, here's the catch, you have to stick with the story! You can't just go on about random things. So, I'll start it off. Please try not to post too much. Anywhere from a sentence to a couple of paragraphs would probably be the best. After so long, the story will end and someone else can start another one. Feel free to post more than once but there should be at least two posts between yours.
She ran down the stairs and looked around. He was gone. He must have left already. She ran into the kitchen anyway hoping to find him there. She didn't find anything, not even a note. She finally broke down and started to cry.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 8:17 pm
A woman in red sauntered into the kitchen, high heels clacking on the floor. She looked down at the girl in false pity, ruby lips curled downwards to help the effect. "Why, my dear, you should have known this would happen. Do not departs with your tears over some boy, he was not worthy to stay, anyway," The woman bent down, cupping the girl's face gently, scarlet nails imprinting on skin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 8:28 pm
but how could she have known anything? who was she, only an observer. barely that. with her face constantly in a mirror, what could she have seen anyway?
"he told me to give you this, though..." she dug into her pocket, and produced a small yellow envelope. she handed her the envelope, then sat back looking with those malignant, piteous eyes onto the girls upturned face. but only for a moment, then she stalked away.
the girl knew what was in the envelope.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 11:39 pm
and, though she knew she would later regret it, she opened it up. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and observed it carefully.
"I don't need to put myself through this..." she whispered to herself, wiping away her tears while standing up. Stalking angrily out of the kitchen, she continued to mumble, "How could he do this to me?"
She stopped before her feet left the tile and turned back, looking at the paper. That single piece of paper held her destiny...destiny that she was not yet ready to know.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 8:56 pm
She walked to the oak table on which she had dropped the letter and picked it back up with trembling hands. She read and reread the letter, mouthing the words until she was sure she memorized them. She dropped the note back in place and walked away from it once more, this time leaving the kitchen instead of hesitating.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 8:28 pm
She had to think, get her mind cleared out, her
thoughts rearranged. Her vision was blurred with tears and she brushed
them away angrily with the back of her hand, biting her lip. It was his
fault, his stupid, stupid fault. The girl paused, sitting down in a chair.
Jasper...that was his name.
She could recite that letter now by memory.
Stupid war - for her lover had been drafted into the army. He had become
apart of the group of soldiers that waged war on the home front, people
known as the 'demons of the abyss', their minds bent with insanity. Many
had no limbs or were blind from wounds, perhaps deaf from the sound of
gunshots splitting through the air. Certain death, if not soon it would be
brought eventually to those soldiers.
Slowly, the girl curled into a ball and cried...
((Kay um, I know that was long. -_-' Sorry if it was too much so, I just need to write...))
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 2:53 pm
Why did he join those foul and broken men? thought the girl. She had loved him and they had many memerable moments together but now he was going to run off into a raging war like a wild banshee. She knew that he loved her but Jasper loved to fight more and now Tasha was left weeping to herself with no one to hold her and kiss her soft, velvet skin when there was a radiant bolt of lightning outside on the freah spring grass. At least Scarlet her stepmother seemed to care. She had cherished watching the two lovebirds on an August night when the gentle breeze blew. But now her soft and sensitive heart was broken because deep in side she knew he would not return to her.....ever and all he had left was the one thing she had dreaded the most...........her destiny.
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