The Write a Story Participation Game! (Story one)
We each add a line to the story. Hope you all join in or I will hunt you down one by one and kill you up one time and roll yous in the river innit.
I will start
'And what do you think you're doing??? She shouted at him eyes glaring, boring into him like a red hot poker that was being jabbed into his retinas.
He blinked, took a step back and said...
"But I'm a vegetarian!" said one of the wolves, as it turned in a circle and lay down on the shivering earth. It locked eyes with the red-hot pokers of the sumptuous Goddess, and asks "Does that matter?"
*disembodied laughter is heard drifting through the electrified air*
The wolf recoiled from the wrath of the shouty Goddess, but is silently pleasured by her well precisioned skills of newspaper bopping, but just at that moment, a rustle from a nearby bush can be heard.....
I do not, but I do have a half eaten jam sandwich I made 4 days ago. Steve snatches the sandwich greedily from the goddesses fair hand. The wolves circling hoping the goddess will grace them with a crust. She does not. The goddess is tired of pathetic beasts always trying to get some of her jam. 'Steve I will to drain you dry off all your magic, I have a quest that will require great power' Steve looks dubious as he munches on his floopy bap eyeing up her floppy baps whilst he does it. 'You fiend!' cries the goddess! I want your powers NOT YOUR WAND!!! 'Put it away you scruffy looking bush hiding weirdo' the goddess shouted, 'and when did you last wash? My extra sensitive nose is offended by your stench'.
Steve, the crackhead porcupine carefully wipes a tear from his eye, "I thought I was the only prick around here" he mumbled, then bravely looked into the Goddess's eyes, and with bottom lip wobbling slightly "I meant it when I said I'd quill for you, girl."
Slapping the rest of the jam sandwich out of his mouth causing him to bite into his cheek, the goddess screams in rage! Everyone is a prick compared to me! How dare you look into my godly eyes whilst all wobbly of lip! One of the wolves startled by the yelling dashes into the corner of the forest cocks its leg and pees up the holy sword of the riteous lushes.
'I dont have time for this!' the goddess exclaims grabbing a wetwipe from her goddessy handbag.
Just then a horse approaches.............................