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Story writing thread

Why not have a thread where we all contribute and write down a story? We all have ideas perhaps but find it hard to write down interesting stories. But we surely are creative enough to write down one or few more interesting lines.

So,idea is to start with a line ,say: "His machine was ready,armed with arms and ammunition he escaped." Others can add a line or more as long as it is interesting and try to keep the story short. We can drive the story to whatever end we want to,whatever genre etc. So let's start. This will be a very nice group activity.

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Permalink Reply by Harry on September 29, 2011 at 4:36am

His machine was ready,armed with arms and ammunition he escaped.

Permalink Reply by Harry on September 30, 2011 at 7:33pm

I myself will add the next lines till more people contribute.

Permalink Reply by Harry on September 30, 2011 at 7:36pm

His machine was ready,armed with arms and ammunition he escaped. He felt as if squeezed with enormous force,mind too felt the squeeze. Soon old,horrible,memories squeezed out. One,the most horrible,lasted throughout the journey. His mind soon went back to that horrible night.

Permalink Reply by Ashley N. on October 22, 2011 at 5:07pm

(I hope it isn't too late to post on here.)

"His machine was ready,armed with arms and ammunition he escaped. He felt as if squeezed with enormous force,mind too felt the squeeze. Soon old,horrible,memories squeezed out. One,the most horrible,lasted throughout the journey. His mind soon went back to that horrible night."

He fell back into smoke, ash and heat. All around was the hungry roar of flames, licking up walls of beloved homes and storefronts. Trees lining cracking sidewalk stretched out black against the red backdrop. His ears rang with the phantom sound of sirens and crumpling metal, blanking out the humming of the machine beneath his fingertips.

(Hope that was what you were looking for. Great activity. :))

Permalink Reply by Harry on October 23, 2011 at 7:06pm

"His machine was ready,armed with arms and ammunition he escaped. He felt as if squeezed with enormous force,mind too felt the squeeze. Soon old,horrible,memories squeezed out. One,the most horrible,lasted throughout the journey. His mind soon went back to that horrible night."

He fell back into smoke, ash and heat. All around was the hungry roar of flames, licking up walls of beloved homes and storefronts. Trees lining cracking sidewalk stretched out black against the red backdrop. His ears rang with the phantom sound of sirens and crumpling metal, blanking out the humming of the machine beneath his fingertips.

There was some strangeness to the world around. Apathy,indifference even in the face of death,misery. Where is he and when? Strange world. Humans were moving around to save their lives but in a calm,composed manner. Each worrying for oneself. But yet no chaos. Order amidst chaos. Anarchy was the order here. Boom! A blast few metres away left a big hole in the pavement,killed two. People still moved unmoved.

(This is what i was looking for. Thanks!)

Permalink Reply by Ashley N. on October 23, 2011 at 8:50pm

Previously: Anarchy was the order here. Boom! A blast few metres away left a big hole in the pavement,killed two. People still moved unmoved.

Pavement shattering, blank eyed faces darting in and out of vision... he looked around at huddling and racing figures, wanting to stop someone. Anyone. He tried to shout out, "why won't you help them? Why not work together, get everyone out?!" But the memory-throat just convulsed on heated air, had aching lungs shrieking for a little oxygen-

The shrieking of sea gulls brought him gasping into the present. His chest still sympathy-tight, he tried to shake off the glowing haze to focus on the crawl of cliffs below him.