January 29, 2008

  • A fun little game.

    Write a story with your readers:

    1)  Write the beginning paragraph of a story.
    2)  Put these rules at the bottom of your post. 
    3)  Readers can either continue writing that story, starting from your first paragraph, or
    4)  by using the “reply” feature, they can add a paragraph onto another reader’s comment/paragraph. 
    5)  Repeat. 

    (Hint: the best way to follow a story is to find an ending that you like, and work your way back up)

Comments (7)

  • Joe was walking home from work when a magical butterfly landed on his shoulder.

    “Joe,” the butterfly said.  “Why are there are so few magical butterflies left in the world?”

    Joe sighed, because he knew the answer all too well.  He opened his
    mouth to tell her all about the Pax Lepidoptera… and the incredible
    rise and fall of the mystical Painted Lady.

  • @john - 

    And like all the other, seeing his flower like uvula, she flew in and was swallowed by him as he inhaled to speak.

    “I wish I’d remember to cover my mouth when I answer them.  Swallowing all of that magic over the years can’t be good for me.” he sighed as he moved on to his appointment with the writer of the letter.

  • @zisixi - Little did Joe know that it was swallowing all those magical butterflies that had given him the power of Onomatopoeia. He could create new words that were incredibly evocative of animal sounds.  This had given him a special connection to the animal kingdom,as he could use the power of Onomatopoeia to talk to animals… and even butterflies.

  • @john - Joe reached into his magical bag of Xanga Credits, and spread them across the ground behind him – praying that the trail of eprop powered coins would lead him back to Xanga in case he became delirious and lost. 

  • @zisixi @joseph - man, what’s a guy gotta do to get u to write about butterflies!

  • @john - Joe paused for a moment, his face suddenly taking on an unpleasant expression.  His eyes widened and BURP! out came on of the durned magic butterflies.  He looked at the saliva drenched insect with a critical eye.  “Sorry dude.  My bad”

  • Joe paused for a moment, his face suddenly taking on an unpleasant expression

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