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Post by deluca on Apr 23, 2009 19:57:44 GMT -5
Yep, this is exactly what is sounds like. The person above you will provide you with three words that must be used in a short drabble of exactly 100 words. Trust me folks, if done right, not only does this game get the creative juices flowing, but it can be quite fun as well! Be sure to leave three prompt words for the person after you.
words: winter, fallacy, moon
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Post by Rook on Apr 23, 2009 21:53:30 GMT -5
Mine is lame, but I think parking lots at night are sad, and I'm low on muse xD
The parking lot was mostly bare, a beat up Camero was all that was left to hold up the eventual domination of the late evening over the afternoon, a twilight zone time drenched in filmy pools of spilled oil, cigarette butts and bone dry winter moon light. That zone existed only in theory, a transitional stage with no clear cut lines such as sunsets or rises to mark the descent of the witching hour. It certainly seemed to be the rush hour for every gas station in Abilene, possibly the entire nation, maybe even the world.
words: ineffectual, ripple, rainbow
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Post by tag on Jun 4, 2009 15:33:31 GMT -5
I love this game!
In just a word, she could feel it. The stillness that fell across the room was so thick she could choke. Only one thing from her mouth, and it was done. So much for her attempt at being ineffectual. Maybe it was just her curse to have everything she said be important. Trying to look unconcerned, she glanced out the streaked window, where a rainbow had spread out across the sky, left by the storm. She silently raged at the metaphor she saw in the puddles. There wasn't ever anything she could do that didn't ripple across everyone she loved.
words: kettle, fluctuate, puppy
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Post by deluca on Jun 19, 2009 2:38:03 GMT -5
adding a little darkness to this mess of text
How could they be surprised that her mood fluctuated as wildly as it did? She was the kicked puppy after all. Every group had one, that one kid who always seemed to find the energy to get excited about everything. The loyal one they all kept taking their anger out upon. But that was fine as long as she could be HIS kicked puppy. And maybe if she fetched the kettle quietly, made his tea and set out the biscuits before he woke, maybe it would be enough. Maybe she would be appreciated by something other than his fist.
words: snarled, copulate, indifferent
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Post by Rook on Jun 19, 2009 2:59:29 GMT -5
You little xD
The sprinkler system was one marvel of the modern world that was not lost on those who sought to use it's power for the forces of Good. The wolverine stared, blinking bleakly and snarled in a way that possibly stood in for diseased laughter on a sick day. Watching two young teenagers try to copulate resembled a prize fight between two mentally challenged lepers with asthm. Wasn't nature a beut? With a kind of indifferent satisfaction, which he only got elsewise when he was emptying a can of Raid, he turned up the power and watched the maggots squirm.
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