Ok this is weird...but can you each write a paragraph in a story? I want to post it on my blog. I will do best answer for the best paragraph- so 10 points up for grab!!!! Please take part. Read the paragraph before your answer, and keep the same characters and themes...make the story make sense!!!! But write in differnet styles obviously. Ok thanks!!!!
I'll start you off...
For some reason, I'd never noticed this part of town. And now I did, I felt a chill quiver down my spine. It was odd...I felt like I had never been here.
2007-03-26 06:03:09 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
Yet, something I saw seemed earily familiar. An old factory, years old, grass and weeds have taken over all of the grounds. One of the smoke stacks only half standing. The windows, dark, the glass broken. One window, in particular, it looked like all the others, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I felt I knew what was in that room, or what had happened in that room. Another chill went down my spine, my heartbeat quickened, my breathing became faster. I couldn't take my eyes off of that window. Each second I could hear my heart and my breathing getting faster, and louder, almost deafening, then SILENCE.................a second later I was screaming uncontrolably.
2007-04-02 12:42:34 · answer #1 · answered by jorst 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
But at the same time, it seems I've lived here all my life. My grandma often talks about having past lives and things like that, and this makes it seem most logical. I never thought it could be real, until now. Then, in the window of an old, abandoned place a few houses down, I see someone. I walk a little closer. She looks just like ME. Thousands of thoughts are running through my head. 'Is that me in my past life?' 'Is it a ghost?' 'A homeless person?' 'Am I seeing things?' I blink once and the figure is gone. I decide to go home, because this place gave me a strange feeling. I turn around to walk away, and there's the figure, clear as day, blocking my only way out.
2007-04-02 17:41:23 · answer #2 · answered by answermeplz 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
So loud it woke me...
If anyone had told me 6 months ago that I would live to see the destruction of man kind...
Through a scratch in the black paint on the window, I could see a stream of day light. Safe for another few hours, time to search for supplies...and survivors. There were a few...like me but, it was hard to build trust. The dead only came out at sunset but, then there were the "walkers" bodies emptied of what had made them human and filled with the minds of the visiting spies who had caused it all. I had met more then one.
Poor John who always brought a biscuit for my dog Gourd'N' and Ron...he always rang twice. Our little code, if my boyfriend wasn't home I would answer the door, if he was Ron just left the milk, my live in lover thought nothing of it.
They had been among the first. A cell phone...what could seem more harmless? Handy for men who worked such odd hours. Let them check things at home...who would have guessed they too were being monitured, untill the arrival, untill the saucer shapes, untill the lights in the sky...home the word seems foreighn to me now.
2007-04-03 05:31:10 · answer #3 · answered by sistermarybella 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
But I knew within myself that I had. I could still see the Blood running down the Window Panes from that Grizzly night when All hell broke Lose. People were running everywhere and the Dead were walking with outstretched arms moaning and with a Mad hungry look upon their face. I was frozen in time as I watched a little girl tear the flesh from her Mothers arms and eat the meat as if she had never ate before. It was a terrible sight to behold and I will never forget the horrible screams as the Dead were grabbing their victims to feast on. I looked all around me for my Boyfriend, wanting to run but at the same time hating to leave him behind. All of a sudden i hear my Boyfriend whispering my name and I turned quickly just as he grabbed my face and nails tore into my eyes. All I can remember is the screaming pain......
2007-04-03 05:01:24 · answer #4 · answered by donna_honeycutt47 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This was oddly my favorite vaction spot. Yet this time it had been altered, instead of a pleasant tourist town it is now a devasted Katrina town. And instead of being here on vacation im here to help clean up one of my favorite spots on earth. It so dirty and covered in trash. I felt like it was a different part of town, yet here was the ice cream parlour at which i had spent many afternoons sitting in with friends jsut aster we had been chilling at the beach.I have gotten a different outlook on life now, im not going to take it all for granted any more.
2007-04-02 13:02:52 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
Or in back of a classroom
How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that *** soon
See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me
2007-04-03 05:37:52 · answer #6 · answered by wassup 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
A strange albeit beautiful light twinkled on the ground thirty yards in front of me. I was attracted to it-- like something that had piqued my curiosity and even with a terrible, odd feeling in the air I just had to find out from where it was emanating. It was then that I saw it. As I took several more steps towards it, I followed the iridescent light into the night sky, up, up, up from where it shone down, to a strange looking pie shaped object in the sky. It was then that my memory snapped back and I remembered, 'this was home now....'
2007-03-26 06:40:42 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
It was then I realized that my English teacher was smart enough to know that each paragraph employed a different style, the genetic finger print of an individual's writing style. My ruse, to get an A with the least possible effort lay before me like a rose that had shed its petals; like an up and coming competitor who had tested positive for drug enhancement; like a novice defrocked before ordination.
2007-04-02 03:32:41 · answer #8 · answered by John M 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Yet...there was an odd feeling of familiarity. Something that made the hair on my arms stand up..and I knew though I had never been aware of this neighborhood before...I had been led here now..at this specific time..for a reason.
2007-03-26 06:10:57 · answer #9 · answered by gypsy 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Who would have ever thought they would tear down the old school to put in a Super Wal-Mart? I knew, when that cell phone place opened up all would go to helll around here.
2007-03-26 06:10:14 · answer #10 · answered by Baw 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋