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Post by ThornesQuest on Dec 30, 2012 13:42:15 GMT -5
In this game, each poster contributes one sentence to the developing story. A sentence is defined as an entity that ends with a period, a question mark or an exclamation point. Dialogue may include more than one sentence, but each poster still only writes one sentence. Since this is fiction, sentence fragments may be used. Sparingly, please.
I shall begin.
"Yep, it's official: I'm lost," Naomi said to herself, there being no one else around with whom to share this insight.
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Post by elizabethtwist on Dec 30, 2012 18:41:48 GMT -5
Something rustled in the underbrush beside her now-defunct Ford Taurus.
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Post by chrisk on Dec 30, 2012 20:22:05 GMT -5
Naomi peered through the car window, wondering if she'd feel better for spotting the source of the noise or being unable to find it.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Dec 30, 2012 22:25:05 GMT -5
What a time for her cellphone to be out of juice!
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Post by chrisk on Jan 1, 2013 9:49:28 GMT -5
Sighing, she crawled over to the passenger seat, looking to see if exiting the car on that side in her sandals would be any safer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 15:23:57 GMT -5
Regrettably, the passenger side was no safer with a steep sided, really deep ravine just inches from her wheels alongside the car.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Jan 1, 2013 16:02:05 GMT -5
She told herself that there was no reason - no reason at all! - for the Taurus to spontaneously leap to the right, but her gut tightened at the sight of the precipitous drop, and she edged back over to the driver's side.
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Post by chrisk on Jan 1, 2013 16:50:20 GMT -5
Before her nerves failed her, she opened the driver's door, and stamped her left foot down into the brush, as if with her sandal and blind luck she could squash the rustling critter.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Jan 1, 2013 21:57:58 GMT -5
A small grey creature - a ferret? a weasel? - sprang out of the brush and scampered away into the woods on the far side of the road.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 22:04:17 GMT -5
"She's here! She's here!" the creature squeaked as it ran.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Jan 2, 2013 7:43:33 GMT -5
That was when Naomia realized that she had not just taken a wrong turn back at the covered bridge, but had fallen into some kind of rabbit hole; no wonder the Taurus had just ... died: machines likely didn't work on This Side.
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Post by chrisk on Jan 2, 2013 10:09:51 GMT -5
"Dammit, Wonderland always creeped me out," she muttered, taking the useless cellphone and throwing it at the creature.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Jan 2, 2013 11:46:35 GMT -5
She had had a definite choice back at the crossroads: to follow the main highway or to take a side road that led over a quaint covered bridge; in her inimitable style, she had, of course, chosen "quaint".
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Post by Rinelle on Jan 2, 2013 16:28:48 GMT -5
Now, she was beginning to wish she had taken the highway, even with all that it entailed.
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Post by ThornesQuest on Jan 2, 2013 17:11:28 GMT -5
She turned to the left and began to trudge through the over-grown roadway toward the bridge; surely she could just walk over it on foot and find her way back through the rabbit hole.
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