This week, in "Your Turn" I thought we would try a story starter. Do you remember the fun game you would play in school or at parties? One person starts a story, and the next person adds to it. When they pause, the next person adds to it. . . and so on. Let's try it! I will start the story, and in the comments, you can add to it. Be sure to copy and paste the whole story, then add your section. Sections could be anywhere from a sentence to a couple paragraphs. Have fun!
The rain came down in sheets. She walked briskly past the bakery and the bike shop, trying to keep her umbrella over her head. She turned the corner, and suddenly. . .
Who wants to continue the story? Copy and past it into the comment box. Use ellipses to signal someone else's turn!
Thanks!
Erin
Attributions:
https://pixabay.com/en/rain-floor-water-wet-drops-122691/
The rain came down in sheets. She walked briskly past the bakery and the bike shop, trying to keep her umbrella over her head. She turned the corner, and suddenly. . .;
ReplyDeleteA pale, hunched figure in a black cape bumped into her. He gave a piercing shriek and flew into the sky. Just then, a particularly loud crack of thunder made the buildings shake. The girl looked up at the sky with a worried expression, and hurried on.;
The rain came down in sheets. She walked briskly past the bakery and the bike shop, trying to keep her umbrella over her head. She turned the corner, and suddenly. . .;
ReplyDeleteA pale, hunched figure in a black cape bumped into her. He gave a piercing shriek and flew into the sky. Just then, a particularly loud crack of thunder made the buildings shake. The girl looked up at the sky with a worried expression, and hurried on.
It was dangerous at night. The bird-men lurked everywhere, ready to catch an unsuspecting victim. If it weren't for the enchanted amulet her grandmother had given her, she would have been the next victim. She shuddered. As long as she didn't run into one of the bird-men's masters, she should be able to reach home in time to give her package to her brother before he left. Hopefully, the rain hadn't done too much damage. While lost in thought, she failed to notice the dark figure looming just ahead...
Moments later, she heard footsteps behind her. She caught the scent of freshly-baked bread and wondered what time it was. She peeked under her umbrella, trying to find the moon, but retreated, like a turtle, under the rubber dome as a raven rushed towards her, cawing loudly. She pulled her hood over her damp hair, brought the umbrella nearly to rest on the top of her head, and kept walking.
DeleteThese are amazing, Ladies! Feel free to keep the story going! Thanks! Erin
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