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One Sentence Story Game



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Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:17 am
Charm says...



Hi guys! My name is Rachel and here is my game! :smt003

Post one sentence to continue the story.

Rules:

You cannot post after you just posted.
You cannot write errotic stuff.
You cannot be mean to other people.
You cannot change facts that have already been stated. Example change Wren's name from Wren to Lucy is not allowed because someone has already named her.


Pretty simple right?

Wren looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.
  





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Sun Dec 13, 2015 2:32 pm
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steampowered says...



Far, far above her head, the barrier that protected the city from the perilous Outside swirled in a multitude of colours, as dark shapes moved behind it like figures behind frosted glass, ever-searching for a way in.
Live well. Learn lots. Question everything.
  





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Tue Dec 15, 2015 2:25 am
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CallmeScott says...



Wren had a sense of adventure to her; and wanted to leave the confining barrier, but was too scared.
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things but vice versa the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant" -Matt Smith as The Doctor
  





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Tue Dec 15, 2015 2:33 am
Charm says...



She had spent the her entire life at Sacred Heart Orphanage hoping, wishing and dreaming for a way to leave; for a way to escape.
  





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Tue Jan 05, 2016 10:36 pm
FallWolf says...



And now, on this warm, sheltered day, she had finally found a way out.
  





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Sat Jan 09, 2016 9:35 am
Abhipsa says...



But what now, where would she go and what would she do?
  








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