I’ve played this with my friends before.
You make a story by saying ONE idea, and then the next person says ONE idea.
I’ll start:
“One day, I walked up to my front door.”
I’ve played this with my friends before.
You make a story by saying ONE idea, and then the next person says ONE idea.
I’ll start:
“One day, I walked up to my front door.”
Do you mean just one sentence?
I peered through the glass to see who was outside.
It was a mysterious man walking straight up to my house, he had a scare running from forehead to chin and he limped ever so slightly.
oooh, this game can get interesting. On another forums I visit, we use the Three Word Game, which is a ton of fun also.
I asked what he wanted.
He wanted to know where my father was… “but my father has been died 7 years”, thought the boy.
“My father’s dead” I said, catching a glimpse of evilness in the man’s eyes.
The man said, “Well, then. How about that?”
“How about what?”…
The man said, “Your father isn’t dead. I have him.”
“What do you want?” the boy said pointedly.
The man exclaimed “YOUR SOUL”!
…Now come with me."
“Into my van”
“No! I will never.” The man pulls out a gun.
“Now, kid, I realize you’re pretty scared right now, but you must come quickly, as it’s not safe here,” the man said, looking nervously around.
I followed the strange man willingly into the back of his van.
Inside I saw a wide arsenal of weapons and ammo stocked in boxes. “You’re quite the mercenary.”
“I don’t use any of it; it’s all from the enemies I’ve defeated,” said the man, closing the doors of the van.
(can we add more than one sentence at a time? like 2 or 3?)
I looked through the door window back at my house as we moved away and thought, I need to get out of here.
(Wait, what happened to the mother?)
“I’m surprised at how calm and complacent you’re acting; my daughter would have fought as best she could, and her friends would have figured out a way to escape by now,” the man said.
(maybe the mother is dead, or asleep, or kidnapped)
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