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One-word topic stories!
One-word topic stories!
I was debating whether I should put this here or at CaC, but I chose here.
So, what you have to do is create a whole story based on one word! For example, if someone chooses "tree," the next person could type for their story:
I sat in my front yard, enjoying the peaceful summer air, when, a dog barked and sprinted toward me! I ran away, but he chased me. Luckily, there was a tree up ahead! I leaped up and grabbed hold of a branch.
Just then, the owner came. "Sorry, my dog's a little crazy."
I chuckled as I hopped down from the tree, stating, "You don't say."
The tree wasn't really the main object, but it did show in the story and was pretty important.
I'll choose the next word, which is:
blender.
submitted by Quicksilver
(February 8, 2015 - 9:37 pm)
(February 8, 2015 - 9:37 pm)
How about "refrigerator"?
(February 13, 2015 - 6:33 am)
Okay then.
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I open the refrigerator to find nothing. Nothing at all.
I open the cabinets. Nothing!
I look under my bed (ew, is that a mouse?). Nothing!
I look on the bookshelf... nothi-- well, there's books, but that's a bit drastic.
I look on the table. Just water! Agh, I hate water!
Why is there no food in the house?!
--Oh. Phew. That was the worst nightmare I've ever had. Beats the one about the radioactive spiders that shoot laser beams by a long shot. I think I'm going to go have my third breakfast now.
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Hehe, I don't really eat that much (0_0) but I guess that's what my worst nightmare would be if I did.
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I love these dividers.
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Charrie says "dege." Doge? Oh, no. Not that again.
(February 13, 2015 - 2:25 pm)
Thanks inspiration, but I meant it to be computer.
(February 13, 2015 - 12:24 pm)
OK!
The buzzer buzzes and the Captain walks in. Always his best, his chest is thrown out high, his head held so tall you'd think he wants it to bump against the ceiling like it does. We all sit down on the bench.
"I am Captain Robert Cluso," says the Captian.
"I am leutiant Travers Lopez," says the leutient.
"I am... bodyguard 18843..." I say.
"Name, please," says a cool female voice. I take a deep breath.
"Cleo Nevarez. Bodyguard."
Three green checks appear on a screen that wasn't there a moment before. The computer talks again.
"You have come to become the next Computer Master, but only one of you can be chosen. Answer these questions."
I feel sweat trickle down my neck. I don't know a thing about computers. I'm just here to protect the Captain and Leutiant. I don't want to try out for anything.
"The Computer Guardian's job," the computer says, "is to make sure that I do not get stolen, and to repair me when neccessary. Please answer the questions."
Paper slides into our laps, and we start to write.
1) Do you have experience protecting? Yes, I am a bodyguard.
2) Do you have experience with computers? Not really. I use them, but I don't know how they work. I only understand the 2000 stuff, so old-class.
3) Why do you apply for this job? Honestly, I didn't know I was applying for this. But now that I am, I realize I DO want to apply. It would be much better to guard a computer, with so many interesting mechanics, than some stuck-up people with high ranks.
I become the next Computer Master.
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Next word is: melancholy!
(February 13, 2015 - 10:01 pm)
St. Owl, it should be a noun.
(February 14, 2015 - 9:04 am)
Oh, OK. Then.....
Snow!
(February 14, 2015 - 1:15 pm)
Not to sound defiant (though I do love defiance), but I'm going to use melancholy anyway. And I think it is a noun...Yeah, it was my vocabulary word last week, it's also a feeling of unhappiness.
Ironic smiley face.
Ooh! Vocab word?! That gave me an idea!
Luna: I looked at the paper. "Melancholy," I had written. I spelled it easily. I won the school spelling bee last year. When things were easier.
Jillian (interrupting): Hey! Just because the word is melancholy doesn't mean the story has to be depressing! Be happier, you ruin the mood!
Luna: If you say so. You want a happy story?
Jillian: Make it a whimsical one.
Luna: Okay, sure. The bright pink unicorn pranced through the meadow, anything but melancholy.
Jillian: I like this story.
Luna: Shh. Don't interrupt. The unicorn lived in the magical kingdom of Marvelousland, where happiness and laughter thrived.
Jillian: OOH! Can there be spaceships too!
Luna: (sighs) Five-year-olds. Jillian, you can't have everything, it's off-topic. (sighs again) You can be real frustrating, you know that?
Jillian: Sure. But you're not melancholy anymore, are you?
(February 14, 2015 - 2:22 pm)
OK, so because FNU LNU used melancholy, I'll use snow.
Thick white flakes fell from the sky and onto the ground. This is always great news for my sister, Emma, and I, but never for Ma and Pa.
"Is it going to clog p the chimney again?" I heard Ma whispering to him.
"Hopefully not," he replied. "It's so cold already. But if the snow keeps coming down like it is, it probably will."
All of the excitment drained from my being. Snow, worrisome? And to have Ma and Pa speaking so softly could never be good.
It must have shown on my face, though, because Emma whispered to me, "Lilian, are you all right?"
"Yes," I said. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry. Why don't you ask Pa if he can spare a carrot for our snowman's nose?"
She giggles and rushes off to ask him. But I can't have fun, even after we finished Barney, our snowman. But then I got an idea.
Many of my days were spent shovelling pathways for nickels. The fabric I needed was very expensive.
Finally, I got it for two whole dollars. And after a few days, it was ready to show Ma and Pa.
"it's a chimeny cover," I told them. "it has tiny holes to let the air out, but the snow can't get in."
I can't describe how happy they were.
The end! All right, the next word will be.... light!
(February 14, 2015 - 5:55 pm)
I wake up with a start. But when I sit up, I'm not in my room. It's a cave. It's pitch black. Except for the light that may be a mile away. I then notice how cold I am. And I see snow. But it's confusing. I stand up. I slip. There is ice undeneath me. How did I not feel that? Then a girl comes from behind me. I can feel it. I turn around. Should I approach her? Or the light? The question... It stays unanswered.
(February 14, 2015 - 9:08 pm)
Sooo I dont want this post to die..... but there is no new word...... so I'll just use light.....
I didn't used to believe in magic. She didn't convince me until, like, July. But now I'm regretting it all. We had 10 days to find the other prophet! 10 days! It took almost 10 months to convince me!! How could we find her in 10 days!! I knew her name was Bella, but that's it. We didn't know what her power would be. It wouldn't be pyrokinesis, as that was my power, and it wouldn't be telekinesis, as that was Elsie's power. We thought about it as we took a walk. "Maybe she can fly," Elsie said. "Maybe she's a telepath," I replied. "Maybe she's..... The One." Elsie's eyes fluttered to the side as she thought about it. She always believed this generation would be year of The One, but I wasn't exactly sure. "Doubt it." I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of a trance, and we kept walking. "We need to find Bella." I shook my head "Why does she have to have such a common name? There are, like, 3 Bellas in our school!" Elsie held up four fingers and shook her head. "Four." "Hey. Elsie, try to balance on this curb" I pointed to a narrow bumpy thing on the side of the road. "Ok!" We both hopped on. We both fell off. "AHH!!" We shreiked and laughed as we hit against my neighbor's fence. Then, Elsie's face got dead serious. "Livia, stop. Listen." I put my ear up against the fence and heard it. "Wow!!! Bella, do it again!!!" My eyes widened. "You got it!" I heard a little POOF!, and a blinding light shot over the fence, carrying who was obviously Bella, and what seemed to be her younger brother. My face turned white as I looked at Elsie. "The..... The One" was all I could manage to get out. Elsie was speechless. She just nodded and pulled us into Bella's yard.
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Next word is....... bench!!
(February 16, 2015 - 5:07 pm)
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(February 16, 2015 - 5:08 pm)
" Park bench! Who wants to go first?" Whenever Mrs. Nicholson is late to class Conrad steps in.
Makayla leaps onto the "bench" made out of two chairs. Before anyone else will volunteer to go, I race up to the seat next to her. The object of The game Park bench is to get someone off the bench without physically pushing that person. I know exactly what I will do. I start talking about Frozen. All the kids in my class, including me, are tired of " Let it Go." Makayla jumps off as fast as she got on. I am off the bench even faster when Conrad demonstrates a technique he learned from Mrs. Nicholson. As soon as his hand begins to reach around the back of my chair, I race to my seat amid laughter. I don't care, it is not mean laughter. Park bench can be really fun! For a while, no one can get me off the bench. I even get them to leave their seat when they are trying to get me off! I am having so much fun I don't even notice when Mrs. Nicholson enters. When I do notice, I emmeidiatly begin to tell her no one could get me off the bench, but other people are talking, and she waves her hand at me to stop talking. Slightly embarrass had my hurriedness to talk quickly and loudly, I take my seat, watch Mrs. Nicholson play park bench, which is really funny!
Ok, I know this is not fanciful or anything, but it is just a school story! Do you guys think it is true, or I made it up? Next word is... Park!
(February 17, 2015 - 8:28 pm)
My day at the theme park suddenly and unexpectedly turned upsidedown. As my family sauntered through the carnival rides, my mother stopped abruptly. "Look Rosie, doesn't that roller coaster look exciting?" I guess she was taken back to her high school days of riding those insane death traps that back then she called entertainment. The ride was raise high into the sky , and on one side was painted The Crazy Mouse. It wound up and down and side to side like a snake trying to dance the polka. "Mom please don't tell me you actually want to ride that thing," I groaned loudly. "Why not?" She laughed. "I think you woud actually have some fun." Despite my complaints, within fifteen minutes my mother, father, and I sat in a small coaster car decorated like a cartoonish blue mouse. The ride started quickly, and before I knew it we were high as the sky. The twists and turns were coming, I just knew it. "I didn't even get a chance to write my will," I shrieked, "Now no one will know who to leave my poetry and books and stuffed animal bunnies to!" The little mouse twisted along the narrow track fast as the wind, and suddenly flew down toward the ground. I shut my eyes, praying I wasn't shooting off the edge of the track yet. The undesirable feeling of riding sideways suddenly occured. But then, we stopped. Then noise of skidding around the track was no longer evident, and I was alive. And that , was the only time I have ever stared death in the face...
So the word I will pass on is Mom! Have fun :)
(February 20, 2015 - 5:29 pm)
"Caroline, come back!"
"No. I want to be alone."
Slamming the door, I ran out of the house and to the shed, crying as I did so. I scrambled up, not quite as graceful as I usually am, and threw myself on the roof, sobbing.
It's not every day your father dies.
He had cancer, lung cancer. He did smoke. See, when he was in high school it was a fad. He tried it. He got addicted. He got lung cancer. He tried to stop, but he couldn't. And now we've lost him.
I heard my sister come out and call my name. Whatever. She'll never find me, no one will. If they did, I'd've run. I needed to be alone.
"Caroline!"
That's my mom. I ignored her, too.
"Caroline, get down from there this instant. You're going to fall and kill yourself."
What a worry wart. I scrambled down the tree and stood to my tallest hight, staring at her, trying to look fierce with tear stains down my cheeks.
She had them too.
I sighed, tucking a lock of blond hair behind my ear.
"Mom," I said, "just leave me be."
She sighed. "Honey, I can't imagine what this must feel like for you. But you have to come back."
"I'LL NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU!"
I was surprised at my own outburst. It was true, but I didn't mean to say it. Even though hurting her felt like a good idea.
"You, who just... deserted us," I sobbed. "As soon as Clara was born, you left. You left Clara an me and Daddy alone, and for all we knew you had gone and married someone else, and had new kids. Or that you'd died. Or gotten arrested. You never contacted us, not even a text. You weren't in the papers and when we tried to contact you you never responded. Why? And why do you think, that after all that, I would- we would- come with you?!"
Fresh tears were pouring out of my eyes, and I realized they were coming out of Mom's, too.
"Oh, honey," she said. "I didn't leave. I found out I was being stalked, and I had to change everything. All of my contact information, my appearance, even my own name-- I had to change it all. That's why I left.
"That's why."
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Next word is.... Music!
(February 20, 2015 - 10:10 pm)
That night, I was tired. Very tired. I went to bed early. It as even before my brother's curfew. I as liying in bed, half asleep. Then I heard a bang. A slam. A laugh. A radio. An awful sound. Blaring loud music was blasting everywhere. My brother had brought his friends over. I covered my ears with some pillows, but it still didn't block out the party. I heard a bag crinkling and them throwing open the windows. This was going to be a long night...
The next word is egg!
(February 21, 2015 - 8:48 am)