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Post by malicia on Nov 15, 2008 22:42:08 GMT -5
Endy had a good idea by starting a game! I`m starting one to. His is too easy . So, i will write a paragraph of a story, then someone else will write one and so on. It can be as stupid and senseless as you want it to be, you just need to match the post before you and we`ll see how this snowball turns out! Here I go: It was the story of a peach, sitting in a tree. Round and plump and juicy! It dreamed to go to the city, to be part of a french dessert. But it fell off the tree and became all wormy.
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Post by Gathero on Nov 15, 2008 22:55:37 GMT -5
"Oh no" said the little peach as it felt the worm, but the worm said nothing as it gave a little squirm. "Please don't eat me!" the peach cried trying to be firm. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH went the worm. But the peach's cry was heard by an arctic tern.
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Post by endymien on Nov 16, 2008 20:30:48 GMT -5
[Let me start by saying this or that is as complex as you make it, thank you very much Mal!] The arctic tern had always had something for peaches. With their roundness and fuzzyness. He came right away to help that peach, and began to gobble up the nasty worms. Sadly it was too late for the peach. At least as far as looks go. Covered in holes, the peaches perfect fuzzy skin was ruined! The peach cried and cried, knowing that it would never be as lovely as it once was happy on the branch.
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Post by malicia on Nov 16, 2008 22:35:58 GMT -5
The peach looked up at the tern, riddled with tear drops of juice comming out from the holes! It cried out with it`s heart all broken "Oh why oh lovely bird, why has fate been so cruel to me? Why am I not in a cobbler? Or a crisp? Or even a tart or a creme brulee? All I wanted was to go to the city, to be famous and loved? Look at all the other peaches in that tree, being picked and packed? Why am I not with them and eaten by worms?"
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