Thread: Morphing Tale

Alright, basically what you gotta do is try to rewrite the story of the person above you, but with you own personal twist. (people, keep it short 150-400 words)

For instance tell the tale:
-from the perspective of a different character
-with a different tone, voice, or style (make it recognizable, exaggerate)
-simply change a character's actions to your liking
-or any other modifications thinkable by yourself

There's only one rule you should try to abide, and that is that you base your story exclusively on the story of the person above you. That way, we make sure the story keeps on morphing, because a lack of information gets your imagination pumpin'.
This challenge will allow us to see how people differently interpret a characters motivation and the relationships between the characters.
And, let's not forget that it gives you a perfect opportunity, to do things your way, since ''that ignorant moron'' above you is clueless.

(just kiddin, but really haven't you ever found yourself in a situation when you wanna bust a writer's head open, cause he ruined a great idea with his
analphabetic ways?)

I don't wanna be the first person in the chain, simply because currently I myself am clueless, and well a bit curious.
You start it.
Go ahead, knock yourself out. (And maybe not just yourself)


P.S. If this works out we'll do sequels..Yaay!

Ok, I'll give it a shot. Only 179 words!


The calm of the afternoon was shattered by the scream. As an elderly man crumpled to the floor of the shopping mall, right eye shattered by the sniper's bullet, the order of the shoppers dissolved into panic. People ran frantically in all directions, not knowing what to do. Mall police rushed in, surrounding the body, guns out, looking frantically around to see what had happened.
A man in a dark suit and glasses stood watching the scene from the second floor of the building, slowly shaking his head. His gaze moved up to a large potted plant across from him. The lenses in his glasses zoomed in on the spot, giving him a clear view of the assassin. It was him. It had to be. There was no bulky sniper rifle in evidence, and no one else on this world possessed any other weapon that could kill silently from that range. The man watched as the assassin tucked a short pistol back into his long coat and vanished, blending in with the crowd as the panic began to build.

-Bucky24