Monday, April 12, 2010

Crazy Idea

Hey everybody! I just got this crazy idea of a weird way of putting a story together. I will start by writing a sentence, and then you can add to it by continuing in the comment section. Here it goes:

The grey hills steamed with a mist: not a dull, dreary one, but one as if it were going off to war.

13 comments:

Old Fashioned Liberal said...

Harold gazed into the fog-laden distance. Somewhere in it, the Welsh Woad Raiders were gathering, preparing themselves for battle by screaming their chilling screams.

dpking19 said...

In any place you looked the faces were hardened. It was no place for woman or child. Yet somehow I was there only 17 myself.

TedBits said...

The heavy vapors wafted across our bodies creating an armorlike glistening enhanced by the dawning dual suns now at apogee.

Old Fashioned Liberal said...

Harold began to wonder: Is my life supposed to make sense?

Ancient Greek Philosopher said...

And then, it came! The roaring thunder, the crack of lightning! No ray of sunlight was to be seen on the dark, militant horizon.

Old Fashioned Liberal said...

Somewhere, somehow, the enemy had gotten a wizard...

Ancient Greek Philosopher said...

"Oh no!" cried the giant, "I left my wizard at home! I guess I'll have to resort to using these little guys to do my fighting."

Old Fashioned Liberal said...

This news was not sweet to Harold's ears.

Ancient Greek Philosopher said...

And that was not all he heard.

Budd said...

A piercing shriek of a banshee echoed off of the stoney mountain peeks.

Ancient Greek Philosopher said...

The latest turn of events was very disturbing to Fr. Stuart. He promptly reported everything to his superiors.

Prisicla said...

However, his superiors were not listening, Harold's voice being tuned out.

Ancient Greek Philosopher said...

The Church in England was very independant, after all.