Okay, guys and gals. To kick up some creativity and fun, what about a game?
We will write a short story in small pieces.
Each poster has EXACTLY 50 words, not more, not less.
Each story consists of FIVE posts, so 250 words total for each story. Keep that in mind when writing your entry - that means - don't expand too much if you're already third to post. After five posts, new topic is chosen (any suggestion for topic choosing system?) and the game continues.
The first title: "Train ride"
Ken caught his train in the evening and was preparing himself for the two days long train ride across the country. When he entered his compartment, a very good-looking woman was sitting there. After a few minutes of talking, they fell asleep. When he got up, it was morning already.
...a willing continuer?
Ken felt his left hand sticky, the fingers kind of glued to each other. Something red was covering it, like ketchup he thought. And then, to his surprise, he looked at the other hand. He was holding a knife. He slowly looked up. The sit in front of him was empty.
There was a note, which he picked up with his good hand. In curly writing he read: "Haha. Pwned! When you made me teh sandwich last nite I put supagluez in all stuff. Now try to get rid of it! PS.: LOL!"
Ken was put off by all the l33t.
[wow, 50 words isn't that much!]
Resolving to get to the bottom of this mystery, Ken analysed the mysterious letter to see if he recognised the handwriting. He wracked his brains, trying to recall someone in his life who used this much l33tspeak. After some minutes of internal sleuthing, he was left with only three names.
John, Bill... It hit with the force of a speeding bullet. Barbie. His ex-lover had caught up with him at last. 'Dang-nammit!' He tried wiping the smeary mess on the seat.
Outside the compartment, safely hidden in her 'stewardess' disguise Barbie smiled. That would teach him for calling her ugly!
For those of you who don't realize this is a reference to the Wierd Al pisstake of the Barbie theme tune - just youtube it if you dont (obviously by barbie's boyfriend Ken) I don't believe i'm sad enough to know that... 8)
Whee, a fun story indeed! Now, how do we start the next one? Oliwer, will you do the honours?
Hahah, good one, that's more fun than I expected.
The whole idea of 50 words is in fact....well....stolen. There are 50 word stories (or so-called "mini-sagas") that are widely popular around the internet. Now imagine writing a whole story in 50 words. We did that on my english course, it was fun.
Now for the new topic? Hmm:
"Darkness"
I woke up and I couldn’t see anything. That was weird, because the alarm just woke me up. I expected my surroundings to become visible in next few seconds like it usually does, but that did not happen. I started to fear I’m blind. But why would I become blind?
It took me a few seconds to realise that I couldn't see because I had a blindfold on - and a few more to realise that I wasn't at home. Apparently I had been kidnapped, but who would do such a thing? And why? I called a challenge to my captor.
There was no reply, only the echo from my voice. It sounded as though I was in some kind of large, empty room. I realised the bindings on my hands were amaturishly tied and wriggled free with ease. I pulled off my blindfold. Darkness! I still couldn't see a thing.
Fortunately I remembered that I was, as a matter of fact, the Great Houdini. I was the master of escape! There was nothing I couldn't get out of!
O-kay... With some pomp I cracked my knuckles, and set up my magic.
Those who took me were in for a surprise!
Yet, one thing I didn't know was to create light from nothing!
So, I felt my way out of the bed that strangely seemed like my own. First, I crawled some small distances trying to keep a straight direction. Then, much to my dismay, I realized that there was no end!
Ow, that was creepy ;D
Ok, someone, start another:
Just to add a crazyness to it the title is:
'homicidal Scotsman'
It started as a simple prank call. Joe and I did them all the time. A man answered the phone - a thick Scottish accent. 'Hello, can I interest you in broadband for only £5.99 a month' I was infamous for my Indian impression. I wasn't expecting his breathless reply.
"OCH! YOU INDIAN BAMPOTS ARE TAKKIN OOER THE COUNTRY! WHIT'S WI OUTSOURCIN' THE COMP'NIES TAE INDIANS ANYWAY? WI FANCY BROADBAND OFFERS AT AFFORDABLE, ATTRACTIVE PRICES! YE AW MAK ME SICK!"
Then he hung up.
I didn't think about him again until he showed up at my doorstep holding a sword.
Less than four hours after the phone call I was lying semi-conscious in a pool of my own blood and excrement while Joe lay in 19 pieces on the kitchen floor. To say the prank had backfired was somewhat of an understatement. Then he swang his sword for my head.
As I rolled out of the way, barely dodging his mighty heave, he tossed a bottle at me.
"YA PUT TA LOT'ION ON YER SKIN! HAR-HAR" he roared like a mad-man, "OW FUNNY D'YA TINK Y'ARE NOW?"
As I scrambled beneath a table I heard myself whimper..."Please..."
As I was hiding there, I heard him searching for me. I was done. I was sure the time came for me to take the decision. „Leave me alone, I will let you keep all my porn tapes!“ „YAR, ME WATCH PORN ALL DAY!“ Minutes later he walked out happily.
(Hahaha, now this one made me laugh loud, especially Trihan's and Stupot's entries ;D
Great idea, Alojoho! More of them anyone?)
"Spacewalk"
My first EVA. It was just a bit of routine maintenance, nothing could possibly go wrong. Now you know as well as I do what that means. Yes. Things went wrong. Terribly fucking wrong. It all began when I saw the little green man cutting my umbillical with a big knife.
I haven't the faintest idea what an EVA is, but the context is pretty clear so heres my 50 word segment:
Using my jet propulsion pack I sped towards him. Alas - Too late. The chord was severed, the midget gone. I felt my heart chill. Luckily I still had 200 words worth of air left. Unluckily I was speeding from the station towards a nearby asteroid. All hope seemed lost.
Quote from: Aljoho on Wed 31/12/2008 16:55:56
I haven't the faintest idea what an EVA is, but the context is pretty clear so heres my 50 word segment:
'Extra-vehicular activity' - basically the technical term for 'spacewalk'.
Quote from: Aljoho on Wed 31/12/2008 16:55:56Luckily I still had 200 words worth of air left.
Setting the expectation for the end of the story much? Heheh...
As I hurdled toward the asteroid, I flailed my arms helplessly. I knew there wasn't anything I could do. We were meant to be studying the asteroid, but I didn't have time to steer around it...the thing was huge. While calling for help, I saw the green dwarf again...
He was approaching me quickly with a hacksaw in his hand. I thought that was my end. “Do you speak English?” – I yelled desperately. He stopped and looked at me, he was quite shocked. Then, he smiled and hurried towards me again. When he approached me, I heard him saying:
"Do you speak Space Dwarvish", he asked with a smile. I answered negative, but realized I understood what he said. So, that meant this was some kind of a Space Dwarf Comedian Race. Only, he had a hacksaw in his hand!
I still tried my theory and begun a joke:
(I know it's been 5 entries already, but miguel's last chapter needs closure so I'll post an ending)
This theory might get me killed, but it was my only chance of making it.
"What do you call a Space Dwarf with a hacksaw in his hand?"
"I don't know, what do you call a Space Dwarf with a hacksaw in his hand?"
"Onlypeoplewithnointernalorganssaywhat!"
"What?"
And then he exploded.
Hmm...I missed the fact that each story is only supposed to be 5 posts.
"Konstantine"
Standing there staring at her, I simply couldn't deny the way I felt. "Just friends?" How can you be "just friends" with someone you love this way? But it was because of that love that I understood being friends was more than enough. Little did I know what came next...
It was early morning the next day, when some noise woke me up. I blinked my eyes trying to recognize what it was. Then I saw the envelope lying in front of the door. There was nothing printed on it. My heartbeats became louder as I opened it and read:
"Dear John, I am very sad to tell you this but I would like to see other people. It's not you, it's me. I do not feel this will work between the two of us. I wish you the best and hope we can remain as friends. Kind regards, Marsha."
Btw, shouldn't this be in the challenges area of this forum? :)
I sank to my knees. I thought about holding back the tears like a man but nobody was around so I wept, I'll admit it. These were real tears, the kind I'd only ever cried one before. The first time a woman broke my heart, I tore out her throat.
As I towered over her I could see the fear in her eyes. "Didn't you know what you did to me? How much I missed you?"
...I lay sprawled out on her bed, three smoking holes through my chest. With tears in my eyes I called out to her, "....sorry......"
Heheh...
'A Dangerous Day in the 'Mammals' section'
I had always loved the game 'Donkey Kong', and when a visit to the Zoo with my mates, Bill and Gena, presented me with a caged monkey who had, cleverly, been named after the ferocious princess kidnapper I was delighted. Sadly the day, and the trip, went downhill from there:
We arrived at the Zoo early morning and I must say it all went wrong from start. Bill and Gena weren't talking to eachother and I suspected that it was Bill's well-known poor sexual performances that was causing the argument.
Anyway, we got closer to the monkey cage, and...
…then I saw exactly the same thing happening in the cage. Donkey Kong was sitting on a wall, very upset while his monkey-girlfriend was on the other side giving everyone that approached the cage a deadly stare. I was observing her anger, when Bill and Jenna took my attention again.