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    Story Using a Pre-Made Sentence

    i<3edwardcullen
    i<3edwardcullen
    i<3edwardcullen


    Number of posts : 50
    Age : 32
    Location : In real life, in my head, in the clouds, I might be dead
    Humor : The difference between truth and fiction is that fiction has to make sense.
    Registration date : 2009-02-14
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    Story Using a Pre-Made Sentence Empty Story Using a Pre-Made Sentence

    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 26th 2009, 5:33 pm

    again, from today's meeting 2/26....

    we were given a piece of paper with a beginning sentence on it, and were told to write something for 10 minutes continuing on from that sentence

    here's my sentence: Boom! goes my bed, I wonder what happened.

    Boom! Goes my bed,
    I wonder what happened
    The noise drew all stares
    So out quickly I hastened

    There was no way, no how
    That I could tell
    The source of the noise
    But all was not well

    My bed lay in shreds,
    My bedroom in tatters
    I cried out for help,
    But I'm not what mattered

    The people rushed forward
    And gathered the pieces
    Of my poor old teddybear
    Whose life now ceases
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    drasticDreamer
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    Number of posts : 90
    Age : 31
    Location : Somewhere Over The Rainbow
    Humor : Walking My Cat Named Dog
    Registration date : 2009-02-14
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    Post  drasticDreamer March 1st 2009, 3:24 pm

    Tom was hungry. The growling coming from his belly reminded him of a lion. A big lion with lots of brushy hair. And lots of teeth. Big, shiny, white teeth. With stinky breath. 'Cause he'd just eaten zebras. So his breath stunk. Stank? His breath stinks. Poor zebra. Blood and guts everywhere. It was awesome! Limbs torn off and side open where the lion had pulled out a giant chunk of flesh. He's dead now. But the lion is still hungry. It growled again. No, no, that was his stomach. He'd go get something to eat. Yum yum. Goldfish. A lion was still better, but these goldfish tasted better. Crunch. Cruch. Growl. Phooey. Good thin mommy was coming home with ice cream, she said. That would freeze the lion. And he would stop growling. Crunch.
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