Possibly strange story game i'll say a sentence then someone will say another somehow related sentence and that will continue to create a story. Rules: 1. Have common sense 2. You can't post again until 3 people have replied since your last post. 3. Keep your sentences to about 3 lines or less 4. Use "s when the character is talking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll start us off now: While watching TV, Greg heard some strange noises outside his house.
Greg sighed, and slowly got up. He walked over to the window and peered out into the darkness. (Can I have two sentences?)
Whilst peering, he had a sudden thought. "Why is it so dark when it's supposed to be 3pm?" (I hope so cuz I just did )
"Isn't it a shame those clouds came over and spoiled the view of the total eclipse of the sun," said Myrtle as she came into the room bearing a tray of drinks.
"You again!" said Greg. "What are you doing in my house?" "I'm your wife," Myrtle said, sighing. "We've been through this." Poor Greg. He just hadn't been the same since the alien abduction.
Greg got a strange expression on his face; as if he'd just eaten a lemon dipped brine juice. "You, whoever you are! Were you sneaking around in my bushes?" "What bushes? We live in an apartment!"
"Since when!?" Greg ran over the to the sliding glass door, opened it, ran outside and fell over the railing, falling one-story into the flower bed.
"Well, this is a fine how do you do," Greg thought, getting up and dusting himself off. Fortunately the hydrangeas had stopped his fall so he was a little bruised but not badly hurt. "Now they're shifting reality on me." He went upstairs again, opened the door, and there was Myrtle. Only something was definitely different.
"Get out!" Screamed the woman he had taken for Myrtle. "You don't live here, and I'm not your wife. You live downstairs ... remember?"
Greg had no idea what this strange woman was mumbling. It was as though she was speaking another language. Wait a minute, she was!
:shocked: It gets weirder and weirder :shocked: "Look, I'm sorry, but I don't und-" Greg began, before realising that he wasn't speaking in Simlish himself. (Correct my crude attempts at punctuation if you wish )
Somewhere between the porch of his apartment and the hydrangeas in his face, somehow during that fall, reality had changed. He was no longer himself.
"Greg, what are you doing? You need to be at work in an hour," Myrtle said. Greg turned around. "Aaaah! Myrtle! Your skin is green." Myrtle sighed. "So's yours, genius. So's everyone's. I think you should make an appointment with your doctor."
(sorry i was gone so long) "What doctor? I don't have a doctor!" Greg said. "Fine. He's your psychiatrist. Cause everybody has to say everything just right." Myrtle said. Greg couldn't believe what was happening, so he threw his shoe at Myrtle and ran out of the room screaming. (i know that wasn't 1 sentence. i kind of like it better this way)
And he ran screaming down the street until he happened to catch sight of himself in a shop window. Sure enough, his skin was green indeed. "Uh oh," he said to himself.
"I think I've caught the flu!" Myrtle, who had been following him down the street rolled her eyes and took him by the arm. "Yes that's it dear...the flu...let's go see your psych...err Dr. Sprocket now, he'll fix you all up and get rid of that nasty flu!" Myrtle walked Greg to the nearest taxi.
"Let go of me!" he shouted at Myrtle before wrestling himself free from her grip. In a panic, he ran away as fast as he could. Wondering if anything was still right with the world, he reached in his pocket and checked his driver's license.
There he was, green skin and all, smiling back, wearing an outfit he'd never seen before. What was going on? Had he gone crazy, or was he living in an alternate universe? One thing was for sure. He'd better start acting like all was normal or they'd put him in the booby hatch. And then he'd never find out what was going on.