Scratch

Wickimen wrote:

bananaman114 wrote:

I can write sentences too, wicki.

I hate cement.
Wires are useless.
I am not a good writer.

But the point is for a one sentence story!

Those are all induidual sentences

I am dead.

that's a good one

Last edited by bananaman114 (2012-08-07 20:13:43)

Wickimen wrote:

It's about helium balloons and how disappointing they are

Yes, especially in this phase of us not having quite enough helium

Wickimen wrote:

bananaman114 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

But the point is for a one sentence story!

Those are all induidual sentences

I am dead.

that's a good one

Try for a long one that doesn't have to do with me killing you and having surgeons put your brain back together so I can control your subconscious

I'm uninspired at the moment

later!

Intriguing 

Wickimen wrote:

Intriguing 

Thank you.

bananaman114 wrote:

He was always nervous in the dark, which was probably due to the fact that it was human nature- it would be harder to see an oncoming attacker in the dark- which is why he didn't see the man that had been following him since 4th ave- or the baseball bat he swung- and it was no surprise he woke up without his wallet.

Cool

Molybdenum wrote:

There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was not telling a story.""""""""""

What. Does this count?

I think that it does.

Anyway, nice story!

Out of the ones I've written, I like the second one best
But I can't think of any more right now

ErnieParke wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

Out of the ones I've written, I like the second one best
But I can't think of any more right now

Which one is the second one? I don't know if you count yours or someone else's story as holding first place.

I wouldn't be arrogant enough to say LOL MINEZ THE BEST OT OF AL THES
I meant as in, out of the three I wrote, I like my second one over the other two

Molybdenum wrote:

There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was telling a story, which was this: "There once was a man who was not telling a story.""""""""""

What. Does this count?

XD i love it! XDDDDDDDD

Wickimen wrote:

The white cat--so it appeared anyway--across the snowy avenue, pawing through your next-door neighbor’s trash bins--you never like your next-door neighbor anyway--made you stop on your paper route--a useless task anyway (the papers became unintelligible with ink blurred from wet snow)--and watch for a moment; you didn’t really know why, but maybe it was because you liked cats in general, and it perhaps reminded you of a cat you had once had as a child (in a time when children were entrusted with the job of “paper route,” but aren’t anymore and you wish it wasn’t like that, even though you’re glad for some of the extra money from this extra job), even though really, this small white cat was nothing like yours, that big, beautifully shaggy monster with glass-green eyes, a cat you had secretly adored even though you always complained about her, and how funny she looked, like a lion next to your tiny dog, and you had been devastated when she didn’t show up after school that Tuesday in November, especially when they said she had just gotten lost and had found a new home with a nice big backyard--there was nothing wrong with your own backyard, and you knew the truth, anyway--and you naturally wondered if this cat was some other unhappy kid’s, wondering where Snowy had got off to; so, on impulse, you tossed a paper in the driveway you were on, a driveway where you had already thrown a second paper on accident while considering the cat, and came across the street, taking breaths of sharp air, to see whether this abandoned specimen had a collar or not, and much to your surprise you realized it wasn’t a cat at all but one of those little odd-faced dogs, “bull terriers” you believe them to be called; like something out of a Chris Van Allsburg book, you loved those when you were a kid--but that was so long ago, children had paper routes then, imagine--well, maybe they still do, in some places anyway--and, having fond memories of your old dog and Chris Van Allsburg books, you approached cautiously and held out your hand in a friendly sort of way: the dog, of course, came over, ears erect and eyes bright, and you noticed, close up, that there was no collar and ice had cut jagged scowls into its paws, which made you pity him and ask something along the lines of, “Where’s your owner, fellow?”--but you never liked talking to animals anyway--and you didn’t like the way “owner” sounded anyway--and he couldn’t understand you anyway--although he seemed to, because he looked at you curiously and with immediate trust; so you decided you liked this dog, and if you couldn’t afford to keep one right now, well, perhaps things would change soon--so you took him home next door for your daughter anyway--and you didn’t notice that the stupid next-door neighbors were missing their dog anyway--but you didn’t like them anyway--anyway--well anyway.

These are fun 

related

I love jokes like these 

My 2 sentence story:
The beginning. The end.

Last edited by puppymk (2012-08-13 11:53:08)