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Actually I have a new game for you. All of us can write a story. Rules are easy. Just add 1 or 2 sentences after the last post. Let's see who has an intelligent creativity. I am beginning.
In the last years of that century, our world was observed by jealous eyes...
Rores28
12-03-2011, 10:10 PM
They were rocking, as they always seemed to be, on the fulcrum of fortune and failure.
BlackCat
12-04-2011, 12:07 AM
They hated us not because we are good at the game of life, but just because they hate us. Their hatred was despicably irrational
It was the hardest years for our world. They were planning to make us their pets. What could we do??
cacian
12-04-2011, 09:37 AM
the only thing we could do was to pretend we did not understand their plots.
we let them at it whilst we planned how to lead astray.
tonywalt
12-06-2011, 12:27 PM
They promised us answers to our questions. Where did we come from? Where are we going? What comes after? The end of mortality?
BobbyIce
12-06-2011, 02:53 PM
As time passed their promises seemed much like a bright, ascending balloon. Our hopes rose with it, but after it's disappearance, like balloons, our hopes plummeted.
BlackCat
12-07-2011, 10:06 PM
On the twenty third year of their dictatorship, there was a certain painter in the far East of Manhattan. He's not a Picasso, but the paintings are decent enough to help him with his the rent.
It was too late for us. We were all victims. There were nothing to do. One day, while I was escaping from them, something appeared in the sky. I was shocked, because ıt was not a ship of our enemies. It was different. I couldn't understand what was it. After seconds everything turned into darkness. Where was it? I couldn't understand anything...
MystyrMystyry
12-11-2011, 07:52 PM
Suddenly the door opened and an electric blue beam shone down on one of our troupe. With a Zztt! she was levitated up, and inside.
chrisvia
12-11-2011, 08:12 PM
Then, at least for a brief time, there was nothing--and it was the loudest emptiness, the most violent silence we have ever known.
After that silence, I found myself in a forest. It was night. How could I come here. I didn't understand anything. The sounds were extremely terrible. I must save myself from the dangerous aminals...
It was too late. I was in a dream. I musy be because. There was nothing around me...
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