Young Writers Society

Okay here's how it works. I start a story with one sentence, then each person adds a sentence or two. Each sentence must be comehow realted to the one before it, and they should somehow form a story with some sort of plot, no matter how strange. Have fun!

Here is the opening sentence:
I couldn't believe my eyes.

(Not sure I understand, but I'll try)

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.

Gee you people are boring! No offense, but I was hoping for something a little less descriptive. Besically, this is similar to the One-Word Storybook, but you get to add a sentence. Here, I'll add something more interesting.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.


It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken?

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.


It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.


It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.

It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.

Except the chicken - if it was a chicken - was only the beginning. Nobody changes their entire view of life because of a chicken. No. It was the rhino that did that.

He was HUGE!!!! Like a bulking.....well he was just a bulking rhino;all big horn and no talk.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.

It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.

Except the chicken - if it was a chicken - was only the beginning. Nobody changes their entire view of life because of a chicken. No. It was the rhino that did that. He was HUGE!!!! Like a bulking.....well he was just a bulking rhino;all big horn and no talk.

No talk indeed, I thought as I eyed him with a menacing stare. Yet, as I turned to walk away, the rhino opened his mouth and began to speak.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.

It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.

Except the chicken - if it was a chicken - was only the beginning. Nobody changes their entire view of life because of a chicken. No. It was the rhino that did that. He was HUGE!!!! Like a bulking.....well he was just a bulking rhino;all big horn and no talk.

No talk indeed, I thought as I eyed him with a menacing stare. Yet, as I turned to walk away, the rhino opened his mouth and began to speak.In a voice deep and rumbling, he said, "The world's not going to stop if you die."

His voice was gravely, but booming and loud. It forced me back with the force of eight eighteen wheelers.

I couldn't believe my eyes. All my beliefs had been shattered overnight.
I no longer know what to think. What I had seen had destroyed my hopes and my future, and they drifted away, out of my reach. Have you ever dropped something in a river, right before a waterfall? Thats what it was like. It floated away on ripples of my despair.

It all started with that chicken. Or was it chicken? In my existential view of simulated reality, I didn't really know, or didn't really care whether or not the stupid bird was a chicken. All I knew was that as I stood there under the static TV like glare of the grey morning sky was that, that, that bird just appeared out of nowhere stammering some incromphensible string of gibberish that my nihilistic self could not possibly comprehend.

But hey, it sure tasted like chicken, after I'd cooked his behind. That made me feel better.

Except the chicken - if it was a chicken - was only the beginning. Nobody changes their entire view of life because of a chicken. No. It was the rhino that did that. He was HUGE!!!! Like a bulking.....well he was just a bulking rhino;all big horn and no talk.

No talk indeed, I thought as I eyed him with a menacing stare. Yet, as I turned to walk away, the rhino opened his mouth and began to speak.In a voice deep and rumbling, he said, "The world's not going to stop if you die."

His voice was gravely, but booming and loud. It forced me back with the force of eight eighteen wheelers.

I attempted to prevent myself from falling with an unstable foot, delaying my meeting with the ground only for a few seconds.