Story Time.

[tecoyah]

The idea is simple....write a paragraph that that continue the paragraph before you and develops the story into the amazing piece of literature it will eventually become.


Everything seemed faded shadows after Tom woke up. The dull ache in his foot was the only reminder of the night before, his taste buds still burned. It was going to be a very long walk.

 

[leftwinger]

Tom found a pot to start water boiling, filled it from the tap then lit the burner. He would use instant Folgers & a portable cup with lid, filling it after showering. Was he excited to be leaving soon or simply relieved?

 

[miketx]

Suddenly Tom was drawn out of his reverie by chanting protesters who were calling for him to surrender now and give up the documents he had acquired from the hall of records. Tom began to weigh his options, as he was alone, and unarmed...for the moment.

 

[tecoyah]

Slipping a finger between two oblong boards in the wardrobe next to his grandfathers old chest, he heard the latch pop. As the wall creaked open Tom stepped in.

 

[tecoyah]

Noting the array of mechanical life elimination devices in the glimmer of the dust beams created by sunlight ribbons bleeding through cracks in the ceiling, Tom began searching for "Elizabeth", his preferred form of destruction.

 

[Gracie]

But then Elizabeth meowed and he decided to go for Matilda instead. He reached in, felt around, and began to feel a bit frantic when he didn't feel her smooth.........

 

[tecoyah]

RECAP:
Everything seemed faded shadows after Tom woke up. The dull ache in his foot was the only reminder of the night before, his taste buds still burned. It was going to be a very long walk. Tom found a pot to start water boiling, filled it from the tap then lit the burner. He would use instant Folgers & a portable cup with lid, filling it after showering. Was he excited to be leaving soon or simply relieved?
Suddenly Tom was drawn out of his reverie by chanting protesters who were calling for him to surrender now and give up the documents he had acquired from the hall of records. Tom began to weigh his options, as he was alone, and unarmed...for the moment. Slipping a finger between two oblong boards in the wardrobe next to his grandfathers old chest, he heard the latch pop. As the wall creaked open Tom stepped in.
Noting the array of mechanical life elimination devices in the glimmer of the dust beams created by sunlight ribbons bleeding through cracks in the ceiling, Tom began searching for "Elizabeth", his preferred form of destruction. But then Elizabeth meowed and he decided to go for Matilda instead. He reached in, felt around, and began to feel a bit frantic when he didn't feel her smooth.........

 

[tecoyah]

.....cold, barrel. Elizabeth had feline dexterity in her action, Matilda a more masculine power but in many ways holding the same beauty in her prowess.