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About LinkBacksPretty self explanetary everyone gets one sentence to build up the story. i'll start:
He hid the dagger in his pocket.
Pretty self explanetary everyone gets one sentence to build up the story. i'll start:
He hid the dagger in his pocket.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
~ Ernest Hemingway
Define: story.
Cheers,
Rob
Panting, he stepped aside.
"Oh, it's just you," he said to the fat purple dragon in front of him.
Bobo the Goat
"so you killed the poor guy then burried him in a hole that is about 30cm deep?" said Jeffery.
The fat purple dragon looked up from reading Dr Atkins New Diet Revolution and said, "Does anyone here know what time the last train to Clarksville leaves?"
"yeah, about quarter past fourteen," a man stated as he rushed by on his flying scooter.
~ HεαтнεяLøυιѕε
Another buzz of the LSD rushed through his body and all of a sudden the purple dragon dissapered and in its place stood a large lizard.
Live at the Witch trials...
The lizard stook out its long, curling tonge, and he ran for his life from it, tripping hallway down the yellow brick road and landing on a green army man.
~ HεαтнεяLøυιѕε
The green army man grabs him by the lapels of his already rumpled suit and shouts, "Just say NO!"
A RSM (Regimental Sergeant-Major) steps out of nowhere and shouts at the green army man to stand at attention.
Like cookies and love, story ideas need to be fresh to be truly satisfying. - James Scott Bell
Work with all your intelligence and love. Work freely and rollickingly as though they were talking to a friend who loves you. Mentally (at least three or four times a day) thumb your nose at all the know-it-alls, jeerers, critics, doubters." - Brenda Ueland
the trip becomes too intense and he jumps into the black void at the end of the yellow brick road.
Live at the Witch trials...
An explosion ripped through the RSM.
Suddenly a rock fell from the sky into the ocean and there was a big flood and everyone dies.
The end.
Always without desire we must be found,
if the deepest mystery we would sound,
but if desire within us be,
its outer fringe is all we shall see.
That's two sentences...Originally Posted by penforhire
I write for the same reason I breath. Because I have to
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