lospud
Ensign
Sanity is a madness put to good use
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PIOS
Mar 11, 2005 5:41:30 GMT -5
Post by lospud on Mar 11, 2005 5:41:30 GMT -5
How'sthis for a creative and imaginative forum game? The pass it on story, Write as little or as much of the story as you and but it must carry on from the previous story entry. Have fun!
A large bright harvest moon overlooked the village in its darkness. Twenty years ago at this time of year everyone would be helping out, farmers, wives and children gathering that years reward from the surrounding fields. Feasting and celebrating a good yield of crops. But that was a long time ago, the houses now stand empty and cold, their shutters shut for good. The inhabitants of prior hill had long since left the village abandoned. On the 21st of august 1984 the villagers had left, and left in a hurry. Something about the place had spooked them into leaving, something happened on that night which caused them to leave and never come backā¦
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PIOS
Dec 21, 2005 10:54:44 GMT -5
Post by Charmed_boy on Dec 21, 2005 10:54:44 GMT -5
It was that night when Dan Gordon got the scarr in his face, the scarr no one knows how he got it, but people think that it had to do with what happened in that night. A tear comes from the eye of his wife, Phoebe Halliwell, as she looks the village she once lived happily in, and remembers the love that she had for the husband.
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ZeroSanity
Ensign
Players of The Game unite!!
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PIOS
Feb 14, 2006 7:03:25 GMT -5
Post by ZeroSanity on Feb 14, 2006 7:03:25 GMT -5
The rain had come on a swift wind, carrying with it the faint aroma of mystery. Dan knew that he had to go out and bring the livestock in before the storm hit proper, but something felt out of place. There was something to be gathered from this storm, something important, he thought. This rain was different. However, there was time for these musings after his work was done.
He kissed his wife, and stepped outside, through the torrential curtain of falling intrigue.
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