I'd heard at Youth Conference about a type of one-sentence story where each player can only read the previous sentence before writing their own. It becomes a good story that can be entertaining to read.
I tried it out with my 10-year old cousins, and it didn't really work. They ended up just endlessly writing down fart jokes. So, I'm trying it on here.
Basically, we're all trying to write a good story. However, you only have access to the sentence before the one that you're writing. Rules:
1.Wait for another response after the reply to your response before you reply. This doesn't work as a 2-player game.
2. Make each entry at least three sentences. This should be a good story, except for the fact that it doesn't make any sense.
3. Put all posts in spoilers so you can only see the posts you unspoil. Don't spoil (pun intended) it for yourself, keep the sereis fun! After a few pages, when the current story is over, we'll be allowed to read over it. But until then, only unspoil the post before yours.
Okay, I hope this works out! Let's get started.
-- Edited by Kyle on Wednesday 3rd of July 2013 10:27:20 PM
Joe was an ordinary person, who lived a normal life, until the moment the Odd Man arrived at town. He was not your ordinary odd man, but rather, an Odd Man, the kind of person who never goes anywhere without affecting all those around them. It had been a blisteringly hot summer day when that fateful knock came at the door.
Joe was sitting on his couch eating a donut at the time. He was drinking quite a bit of water, because of how hot it was. When there was a knock on the door, he sighed and proceeded to open the door.
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However there was something weird about the doorknob itself. Whenever he made an attempt to grab at the normally-solid protrusion from the wood, it would disappear completely. In frustration, Joe peered through the peephole at the person waiting patiently on the other side of the door. "Just a second!" He called. "The house doesn't seem to want to let me out!"
A strangely mellow voice wafted through the door. "It's all right, this kind of thing sometimes happens around me." He said melancholically. There began to be rummaging sounds outside the door. Joe strained to see through the keyhole what he was doing. Just as he had the man in his line of sight, there was a flash and a bang, which blinded Joe, and the door slid open.
