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I like story games, and this is one I have been playing at another forum. I wonder if anyone will be able to tell which were my contributions? Think odd...think random.

(first line is not mine, btw...but I put in about 10 sections--each person's contribution is a seperate little paragraph)

It was a dark and foggy night that bright sunny day

I stumbled out of bed, sunglasses perched on my nose.

I get out of bed on the wrong side, just right on the carpet beside.

I look for my shoes but they have taken a walk

Stumbling in the eerily bright dark fog, I painfully stub my toes, because my shoes had gone missing.

My head still full of empty-headed dreams, I left the room by its entrance.


I traversed an extremely long short corridor, finally coming to the kitchen.


There, I drank the whole content of a half-full bottle of milk, filling it with complete emptiness.

After burping I look around and on the floor there is a crown!

It must be the crown of a far-distant realm, where the hand of Man has never set foot!


I walk on my hands not wanting to set foot

Making haste, I slowly make my way to the crown and lo and behold...it was dropped by the ruler of Firebat land.


At first I thought those were diamonds but it turns out they are flaming bats much more valuable than mere diamonds.


Dropping the crown into my handy kitchen safe aka blender, I decide to make myself a breakfast shake.

When I heard a crunch....


I heavily stepped with my light foot on a slice of bread and butter, staining my re-varnished wood floors more than with latex paint .


I glowered at the grimy mess, glopped upon my kitchen floor. "Golly" I said to myself "This is grossly unfair." Suddenly the buttered slice of bread piped up that it did not find it's situation to be particularly fun either and that I should stop my grievous moaning....

"I'm the cousin of the Gingerbreadman king of Candyland, says the slice of bread, and I've been exiled for political reasons, for my destiny is to become king with my own hands, and incidentaly, you're trying to blend my crown; would you mind to reassemble my parts and to fix me with jam, for me to go fulfill the prophecy?"


"But."..I stuttered. "Does that not make you enchanted, o noble bread slice and should I not kiss you to break such an enchantment instead of jam?"
"Don't flatter yourself" the bread snorted. "Strawberry will do nicely". Reaching into the refrigerator, I looked for jam, and noticed....


.. footprints on the yellow tofu road. So I spreaded the slice of bread with jam, put it with its crown into a bag, and arming myself with a laundry iron, I got astride my blue bicycle to venture onto the bean curd cobbled trail...


I realized suddenly that I had forgotten my special tofu walker shoes. My feet became ever more mired in a squishy trap of tofu. "Is there a problem?" the bread sliced snapped, somewhat peevishly. I thought about what my best course of action would be, to either reply to the miniature crumbly tyrant or simply ignore him. So I....


mumbled a culinary curse to the little bugger and decided to leave my unhandy bicycle behind, as well as to make for myself snowshoes out of clams.


"You idiot" the bread snapped. "You have a perfectly decent bike and you choose to ignore it to make some shoes?!" Slapping my hand to my forehead, I realized the slice was correct. Then I realized I had a clam in my hand and my head was rapidly swelling from getting whacked with a really big clamshell. Yelping in pain, I threw down clamshells and everything else. Shaking my fist at the sky, I started mumbling something about....


how cats always fall feet down and buttered toast falls buttered side down, what an idea mount a slice of buttered toast to the back of a cat and then drop the assembly. Would it spin forever--mumble mumble mumble

"What ARE you going on about now?" The slice groused. I was beginning to wonder why this particular slice of enchanted talking bread was SO extraordinarily ill-tempered..."Look, I am just mumbling ok?" I replied.
"I thought you said you were going to butter a cat" the slice said. My spirits were beginning to sink, as low as the spokes of my bicycle were sinking into tofu bricks. "What am I going to do next?????" was running through my thoughts....


Hmmm I think Hmmm maybe I should introduce this extraordiarily ill-tempered slice of processed grain to the Sand Witch. I think I have a jar of mustard and some cheese in my back pack.


I open the backpack and start rummaging around. "What...what are you doing" the slice inquires uneasily. "Oh, nothing" I reply in a offhand, breezy fashion. "Just looking for some cheese I had around here. Oh yea, how do you feel about mustard?"
Just then the wind began to rise gustily. I looked at the sky and....


as it splits open and a Dorthy falls out. With a large plop she lands on the ground at my feet. Oh that slice of bread looks really yummy, she giggles with glee.


Have you seen a scarecrow?, And a small dog, and a lion who..." her voice trailed off as she stared at my shoes - pink bunny slippers!

"Those aren't ruby slippers!" she said, rather vehemently. My stomach dropped to my feet in dismay, and I hoped I would not have another tempermental personality to deal with.
"Isn't that your stomach laying there?" Dorothy remarked, pointing casually at the ground next to my feet. I shuffled my feet around causing the ears on my slippers to dance with motion....


"Ouch" screamed my stomach, "I just landed on something very pleathery." "Oh" cried a happy Dorthy, "look its a fashion catalog from that famous designer Kathy!!"
Mummmmf I think I can feel a shopping trip comming on. I just do not have the stomach for shopping right now.


" Get ahold of yourself!" My ears were ringing at this simultaneous outburst from both Dorothy and the slice of bread. I decided I would indeed rather have my stomach flopping around anywhere else but in the vicinity of these two rather domineering personalities.
I knew I was going to have to fight my way out of either this situation or another just like it, so I girded my stomach and yelled out my own personal warcry "PLEATHER"!!!


So swallowing my pride and my stomach I walk of in a huff. The huff just appeared out of thin air do to the noise that the bread and Dorothy where creating. Huffs can be as useful as a fog when attempting to extricate oneself from an unpleasant situation.


I heard a soft, whispery voice...whispering. "Yes?" I said "Speak up, please" I heard a sound reminescent of something and realize that the huff is trying to ask me a question.


The Huff Whispered, " Pass through. He came into the world on a wail of bereavement and slammed into a wall of cold. He fell, curled into a ball, and rocked himself, whimpering. After a time, the whimpers subsided. He sat up. The forest was wrong. The smells were wrong.
The colors were wrong." Mellas died of hunger and thirst lost in cold stone corridors he had dreamed within a dreaming mountain." I must wake the Huff thought wildly before I dream again.

"Memory and dream, yes, that is it" the Huff gently whispered. It's soft voice nearly blew away on the wind. Sudddenly before my eyes appeared a shimmering light. This was beginning to seem surreal and.....

"Wait a moment" said one of the bunny slippers to the other. "I recognize that shimmering light! It's Hotel California" "You wouldn't have known without the Mission bell" retorted the other one.


"Don't you mean Taco Bell?" I asked. "I know what I mean, am I not a slipper for heaven's sake?! Sheesh!" left foot slipper replied. The other slipper nodded, and it's ears flapped. It was quiet , perhaps due to picking some stray road tofu from it's mouth. I sat down, suddenly overwhelmed and needing a breather.