an experiment

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an experiment

I was walking just now and had this idea. I don't know if anyone would be up for it. But I remembered playing this game when I was a kid, were each of us would take it in turns to add sentences to a spontaneous story.

And I thought it might be a cool thing for us to try. Maybe we could all write a short story together on this thread. Take it in turns to add either a sentence, or a paragraph, or more than one paragraph, depending on how much you could manage in a sitting. You can take the story anywhere you like, its an experiment in people coming together and creating a story. The only rule is because its a story, please please only answer this thread if your going to add something to the story. No thread hijacking - otherwise it will spoil it. If you want to talk about something else open another thread. But keep this one just for the story, no comments or anything, please. If your gonna post anything just continue the story where it was last left off. Thats the only rule.

I just thought it would be interesting to see how it turns out. It can go anywhere you want to take it. So don't feel inhibited by the last persons post, feel free to take it into an entirely different direction if you wish, just as long as it connects in some way.

I dunno just an idea- I'll start it off anyway see what happens. It might be difficult I know - take your time, if you only want to write a sentence, thats cool, and if you want to write many paragraphs thats cool as well. I'am hoping that everybody will add something to it. You can add as much as you like. Its not limited to one post per person. if you want to come back in a few days or a few hours and add something else then you can. Is just a relaxed experiment in creative writing.

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part one

It was a cold day. Bill huddled up by the warm fire, cup of coffee in hand. As he gazed into the dancing flames, he recalled a time when he had been young. Times when he had been a sailor. Once he had been a captain of a ship: 'The Pegasus' He missed those days now. Days of adventure and exploration. Days when he was wild like the wind and the sea. The mysterious sea, where strange creatures lurked and magical things would happen, he dreamed of the sea. He longed to sail it one more time. Him and some of his old crew, his shipmates. Go on one last great adventure together, live fully one more time. Life was bleak here, and his time was running out. He felt the sea calling him. By his side on a coffee table was a letter from a friend. He picked this up and looked at it. His friend too missed the sea and he had mentioned in the letter that he and some of the old crew were building a ship together. The letter was asking if Bill wanted to join them. Bill knew the answer to that the second he had read it; in the corner of the wooden shack there was a rucksack packed ready and waiting for the morning. Tommorrow morning he would get up early and leave that shack; and go and help his friends build that boat.

stormy
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Unfortunately Andrea could not understand Ainsley's jolly can't caulk won't caulk patois (although she had a secret admiration for his chef size chopper) and decided to let him sink. "Camels are not from Amsterdam and they are certainly not malodorous!" she cried as he bubbled on about condiments from beneath the boiling water "well, at least their balls aren't!" her eyes misted over as she remembered times long ago...
tom saunders
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forelock Your hair is a mess you've not adjusted your dress your bellbottoms are all of a pucker and it wouldn't perplex me or otherwise vex me to say you're a bit of a...
dogstar
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sucker please don't be dismayed with the things i have said i really don't mean to affront let's make parting sweet and hope that we meet one fine day when you're not such a...
tom saunders
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runt so Bill waved a hand within it a wand and wished Fish a break for a bit he said, I'm going right now and I'm taking a bow and after that I'm taking a...
tom saunders
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when she lounged upon a silken futon eating Fry's Turkish Delight, chic for her sheik. The Dutch cap and camel balls were bubbling on the stove and the Llama's ears and tail were cracking under the grill.
funky_seagull
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trip to honalulu.
dogstar
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*tumbleweed blows through the scene... *cut to close up of bill's face in balck and white *extreme close up on eye... watery... *pull back to reveal fish over bill's shoudler getting on a train... *french accordian music begins
dogstar
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*small girl tugs bill's shoudler... asks "what's a shoudler?" bill replies...
meremortal
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"f*@#@k off!" feeling to depressed to think of a witty reply he proceeds to verbally abuse the child until she bursts into tears. He then runs away hurriedly and sits in a corner hoping that meremortal will let him live this time, then suddenly!....
Andrea
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"Sod off little sprog, go dissect a frog, I'll tell you when you're a bit older..."
Andrea
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...sizzling sensuously alongside sliced Tom 'n' Stormy minceballs...
funky_seagull
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'Ok' she said. Bill decided after much self-searching that the time had come to forget about the sea; and buying himself an anorak, a camera, a flask and a notebook and pen. He vowed to start a new life as a trainspotter. " Adventure is too much for me," he sighed. " No more salamander and no more insanity. I've had enough." The little girl in a flash became a great angel. Bill covered his eyes a little as her demeanor was very bright. " Oh sorry," she said, and turned her brightness down. " Is that better?" she asked. "Yeah," Bill moaned rubbing his eyes a little. " Bill God is pleased with you," the angel said. "You have learnt the lesson that adventure is not always a wise thing to crave. Go now and live your life in peace. From now on you shall be known as saint Bill of the sea. Go to Honalulu and remember adventure is not always everything." Then she dissapeared and lieing on the ground where she had been stood was a book with the title - ' The life and times of Bill Macaw.' Bill smiling picked it up, he had got his book after all. But he wasn't bothered now, he was tired. he spent the rest of the day shopping; and bought himself a nice Haiwaian shirt and some trainspotting equipment and set off to start a new life on Honalulu, in blissed out geeky sanity.
funky_seagull
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Part two
Andrea
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...fossick!
dogstar
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Blissed Out Geeky Sanity, bu a curious coincidence happened to be the anem of a small village erected on stilts some twelve miles in the air over camden town... and one day a group of perspiring writers decided to meet...
funky_seagull
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(only kidding - part two - you can all stop now if u like. hehe)
dogstar
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not to dicuss the merits of a bu or an anem, but rather to...
Andrea
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...sample the dubious delights and smoky merchandise of the market...
Andrea
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(come off it, Funk, we're on a roll here...)
tom saunders
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where you could find beads and bongs and leather thongs, skin-head girls, pearls, members of the Third World, boys who look girls, girls who look like they might and some that look like they just have...
tom saunders
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white-haired, faded pop-stars, American cars, bars filled with people who fill bars, the young, the old, the frankly ancient, who, like the gods, watch and wait...
Andrea
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Indian clothes and punks in droves. Little pipes and flashing lights. Incense sticks and country hicks. Lots of art not worth a fart. Funny dope but lots of hope...
Andrea
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Unfortunately, amber liquid beckoned enticingly and, no matter how hard Bill had tried in the past, Bacchus had always managed, by inconsiderately putting temptation in his way, to dissuade him from his purpose. Chucking his coffee out of the window and the letter in the fire, he reached for the blissful bottle...
tom saunders
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riders on the storm, the softly-spoken who love to perform, thin waifs on bikes, skateboarders who jump, those who pump iron, pump up the volume, wax and exfoliate...
andrew pack
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in which nestled a live Salamander, caught off the coast of Madagascar. He had been feeding the Salamander flies and tiny particles of gold dust for over a year now and was pretty confident that...
dogstar
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when the door flew open, screeching and groaning. the night outside was the colour of bruised blood, punctuated by a low white moon. a silhouette stood in the doorway breathing damp air, puffing it out like little bursts of cigarette smoke. "just WHERE d'ye think YOU'RE going PAL?" came a sing-song voice, metred by the tapping of one hand against the other. Before Bill could react, the dark chap stepped inside...
tom saunders
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twist and shout, work it on out, bump and grind, smoke and grope for their pills, drink and hope, think of nothing so much it becomes something of a problem...
funky_seagull
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wastee on highs, looking at skies, dreaming of moments when people wore clothes...
daveyboy
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And in the midst came.... Sid.
funky_seagull
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But Bill was skilled in martial arts, being taught many years ago in the old shaolin schools of China. The dark chap went for him, but bill leaping into the air fly kicked him into the wall... and dashed out of the door...
tom saunders
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the glitterball kid...
andrew pack
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which strangely led him into a world of witches wardrobes, full of cloaks and bent coathangers. It smelled badly of mints and newts. That was when he remembered that he had left the damn bottle behind.
tom saunders
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with his slick boiler suit and easy spanner...
funky_seagull
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He truned to see if there was a way back into the shack, but the doorway had closed mysteriously behind him. It must have been a bizarre quantum portal that had transported him into another dimension. He peeped through the crack in the closed doors of the wardrobe and saw...
jasmin
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in his befuddled narnia state of mind he realised the room was decorated with christmas paraphernalia. 'bah humbug' he said. he wasn't keen on seasons coming early. but he soon cheered up when he saw row after row of multicoloured bottles of potions.
funky_seagull
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stumbling about in an incoherent manner..
Emily Dubberley
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Looking closer he saw the potions were had words etched onto the bottles: Wisdom Style Happiness Wealth Health Love Whisky 'Drink from only one' read a sign next to the potions...
funky_seagull
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" give us ya marbles," he said.
tom saunders
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to Elgin Macaw...
Andrea
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Well, it was no contest, was it? Without further ado Bill, renowned for his sad lack of fashion sense and his holey Doc Martens, grabbed the 'style' bottle and, throwing caution to the wind, took a hefty swig...
daveyboy
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And always willing to comply, with one clean swish of the knife.. he did.
tom saunders
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Poof! Laurence Llwellen Bowen emerged from a puff of smoke. "Anyone for a make-over he trilled."
Andrea
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Brushing a minescule speck of dust from a frilly cuff, Laurence gave Bill the once-over with an expert eye. "Blimey, mate!" he drawled, "Better I have definitely seen," and he proceeded to prise the top off a pint of white emulsion with menacing haste...
Emily Dubberley
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...and getting out the neon green 'colouriser' to add to it. "I think harlequin pattern will suit you.' Laurence said. Bill...
chant
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Bill, from his sailing days, knew all too well what 'prising the top off a pint of white emulsion' really meant.
Ralph Dartford
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Bill was having none of it, he liked strong lines and Edwardian restraint. He glared upward, pondered the future and
chant
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memories of that young cabin boy Roger filled his mind.
tom saunders
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The one who had turned out to be the Easy Jenny the pirate queen in disguise.
Ralph Dartford
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And a small provincial tour of the Midlands in the late seventies, He was an admirable 'Puck' and made friends easily in those days.
tom saunders
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Which helped him aboard ship.

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