Ok this is always a fun game on most boards but I'm thinking in this forum this would be a most excellent.

One person starts the story and the next adds on to the story and so on.

Each post can be from one sentence to a paragraph.



Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

oo ooo, i love these.

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started with...

actually i got nothin
someone can work with it from there

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started at school that day. The bell rang to end third period. She quickly rubbed her eyes, grabbed her books, and zoomed from the classroom.

Damn, I thought this was a thread on the Neverending Story movie!

i did too at first, i love that movie.

but an ongoing story is neat too.

I enjoy these HEAPS better when it's just one word added at a time.

(whoops sorry about the misleading title..I guess the ever winding story would fit better. We should start a thread about teh NEver Ending Story though!)

As she was passing through the doorway from her third period study hall she tripped tumbling to the floor. Jackie's papers a cloud above her head that billowed to the ground around her where her books were already strewn across the speckled tile. Quickly she started gathering everything into a pile. "Hey, what is this" she thought as she picked up the intricately carved wooden box in the midst of her things.

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started at school that day. The bell rang to end third period. She quickly rubbed her eyes, grabbed her books, and zoomed from the classroom.

It was lunch time. Jackies favorite time of day. She went down to the cafeteria and ordered a chicken sandwhich. Little did she know, because of the schools debt, they no longer use real chickens in their meals.

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started at school that day. The bell rang to end third period. She quickly rubbed her eyes, grabbed her books, and zoomed from the classroom.

As she was passing through the doorway from her third period study hall she tripped tumbling to the floor. Her papers a cloud above her head that billowed to the ground around her where her books were already strewn across the speckled tile. Quickly she started gathering everything into a pile. "Hey, what is this" she thought as she picked up the intricately carved wooden box in the midst of her things.

It was lunch time. Jackies favorite time of day. She went down to the cafeteria and ordered a chicken sandwhich. Little did she know, because of the schools debt, they no longer use real chickens in their meals.

As Jackie looked up she saw herself coming up the stairs from the lunchroom.

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started at school that day. The bell rang to end third period. She quickly rubbed her eyes, grabbed her books, and zoomed from the classroom.

As she was passing through the doorway from her third period study hall she tripped tumbling to the floor. Her papers a cloud above her head that billowed to the ground around her where her books were already strewn across the speckled tile. Quickly she started gathering everything into a pile. "Hey, what is this" she thought as she picked up the intricately carved wooden box in the midst of her things.

It was lunch time. Jackies favorite time of day. She went down to the cafeteria and ordered a chicken sandwhich. Little did she know, because of the schools debt, they no longer use real chickens in their meals.

As Jackie looked up she saw herself coming up the stairs from the lunchroom.

"God damn David Lynch" she thought.

what the?
no one did anything with my fake chicken sandwhich part?
it was the perfect setup for the explenation of the rubber chickens glued to her hands.

No Relation to the story. *eyebrow waggle & wink* Patience grasshoppa, you can not end the story before it has time to begin...all in due time! I'm sure someone is going to work that in further down the line.

HeavyMetalMachine wrote:
what the?
no one did anything with my fake chicken sandwhich part?
it was the perfect setup for the explenation of the rubber chickens glued to her hands.

And now back to the regularly scheduled program...

Jackie was languedly walking up the street trying to remember how she had ended up here. And why there was a rubber chicken super glued to the fingers of her left hand.

it all started at school that day. The bell rang to end third period. She quickly rubbed her eyes, grabbed her books, and zoomed from the classroom.

As she was passing through the doorway from her third period study hall she tripped tumbling to the floor. Her papers a cloud above her head that billowed to the ground around her where her books were already strewn across the speckled tile. Quickly she started gathering everything into a pile. "Hey, what is this" she thought as she picked up the intricately carved wooden box in the midst of her things.

It was lunch time. Jackies favorite time of day. She went down to the cafeteria and ordered a chicken sandwhich. Little did she know, because of the schools debt, they no longer use real chickens in their meals.

As Jackie looked up she saw herself coming up the stairs from the lunchroom.

"God damn David Lynch" she thought.

Now David Lynch was the school's administrator, who had made the decision to switch to a cheaper food provider. In doing so he had robbed Jackie of the only good thing on the school menu, but he was making a killing off of the new deal. As it turned out he was getting paid on the side for backing a food company owned by the local mob.

I don't think HMM will bother to submit anything again now

Wait, never mind, I just saw blueczarina's one.

aww, i just saw that too.

thanks blueczarina

your welcome HMM. now you can feel better.