Let's play a game.

Story game.
I start off with a line. You continue that line,
completely free-write. no limitations, except limiting it to 1 or 2 sentences. then the
next person writes the next line(s), etc.
Or you could make it poetry. Just keep it along the same theme...


The feet begin to sink...
Unable to flee the quicksand's embrace.

What do I do!? In panic, I grab a leaf to no avail.

I'm halfway down already...clawing at the ground to stop sinking.

oh my fucking luck. I should have listened to my wife and went out to work for a few bucks.

Ahahah...too late now. the mud started to creep up my neck

by the grace of god a cramp - i think i've some gas. Augh shit, here it comes..

searching the jungle for hidden loot was probably not the best way to make money now that i think about it.

but no time to think, cause holy shit, here it comes - BOOM! And I found myself in the air - a good 3 feet off the ground

i should probably thank my wife for those bean burritos. i start whooping with joy and, oh fuck, quicksand began pulling at my feet.

THE END

xD That was fun. You start one

Loony, deranged, mad, and insane, a man bare but stockings walked into a bar.

he proclaims to the bar tender: "ONE BEER. things have been bad for me"

He groans and stretches, his horrid smell polluting the room.

his eyes search the room for something. something new

What is this new thing? Something besides all the points and whispers he sees, something besides the rejection he's been given.

he turns his gaze towards everyone, and they seem to be watching the t.v. "something important is on" he assumed

Oh, look at that. He saw his face on the screen...What was it that I did? Oh yeah...I hurt people. i hurt people....

"Tune in tomorrow to keel adksjfnofdi" what had happened? it seemed as if he zoned out.
why couldn't he pay attention.

Only now did he feel the strong pair of arms pressing the chloroform soaked rag over his mouth. With a final slow exhale, he slipped into darkness.

unaware of what had happened, he awoke. the dim light flickering. something around his mouth. he could barely breathe

Footsteps echo dryly... shadow briefly intrudes on the blinding light. A cold, authoritarian voice seems to boom from above, "So this is what it has come to."

A horrible shock gets sent down his spine. His vision begins to melt, colors swirling around the dim flickering light. And then...Complete, Utter, Darkness.

mouth hurting, head pounding, legs feeling broken off,
"where am i?" he thought. "what's going on?"

The booming voice returns, "Why did you do it? Can't you see that we're trying to make the world a better place? Can't you see..."

the world spinning. unaware of his location, the situation. nothing made sense. all he did was sit in his chair. he could feel his left eye pulsing where he had been hit. "what was going on?" he thought

Ahahah 1984 brainwashing!