Thursday, June 20, 2013

What's My Next Line?

For this edition of Whoseywhatsit Thursday, I thought we could play a little game.

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You've all heard of that campfire game where someone starts a story and with each consecutive person the story grows, right? Sure you have. It always amazed me what stories came out of that silly game. In actuality, it wasn't silly, but creative. We were all inspired and didn't even realize it.

So, want to play? *You are very important to us here at the Oasis.* Okay, I'll go first, then each of you can add the next line in the comments. Can't wait to see what we come up with! And if we write enough, I'll put it all together and post it back here. :)

START:

The splintered deck railing pressed into his chest.

Your up!

3 comments:

  1. He strained to hold on, but her fingers were wet from the rain and began to slip through his grip.

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  2. The fall from the porch wouldn't kill her, but Boone knew letting his date drop onto the rocks a few feet below was a bad way to start a relationship.

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  3. So he brushed his free hand on his jeans and swept her up in his arms. They fell back, narrowly escaping the swells and rocks below.

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