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monosodiumglutemate
OK, I figured I may as well put up a story and some poetry I did. they were made in a writing workshop where we had certain guidelines for each.. these are all I can find at the moment.
Poem:
this was made by putting in a short, uninspired dialogue and afterward putting rhyming bits in between the quotes. It actually turned out rather well in my opinion.
"this poem-y thing"
-Kat Anderson
"Hello," said Bob,"My name is Bob."
Bob said in the house he tried to rob.
"Yes, your name IS Bob," replied Mary
She thought Bob was rather hairy
"I am continuing to converse!"
said Bob, vocalizing things in verse
"Oh, you are?" mary replied, "that is reassuring."
(though his personality was deterring)
"I know"
he crowed

the ending certainly could have been better.
Story:
I wrote a little at the beginning, then when the time was up the paper was folded so you could only see the last line. it was then passed to the next person and they had to continue the story based off of the part that they could see. eventually, it came back to me and I did the end. This has been put up in the same format with the same word wraps and handwriting changes and other things I can't phrase well. while this was going around, I tried my best to make everyone elses' stories as interesting as possible o_o
"some weird story I"
-Kat Anderson
[FONT=Times]She was full of passion. The onions! the onions! It was
the onions who captured her heart. The onions,
her only friends. [FONT=Arial]They mocked her,
lied to her, talked behind
her back, but they were
all she had. the only [FONT=Courier]
thing she cared about was getting
to the oracle before sun up. Thinking to
her future, she saw only an image of
happiness, yet enimies and tricksters.
[FONT=Impact]These gifts arrived one day in a shoebox,
wrapped in shiny paper and topped ostentaneously
with a bow. [FONT=Geneva]And strings. The girl played her violin happily
and naiively, not knowing the dangers that lurked in her backyard.
[FONT=Optima] Suddenly, a rabid squirrel leapt down from
a tree and landed on her shoulders. Just as she started to faint, she left [FONT=Times] the onion unpeeled. she had learned much from this journey. "I know now that i shall never need an onion to love.. I never need an onion again.."

ENDING!
didn't it just tug at your heart strings??
i hope I find some more of them..
there is one involving the french, an explosion, and meatloaf..
hmm..

OK, the fonts didnt work, but you get the idea of where new people started, yes?
JimiJimi
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OK, the fonts didnt work, but you get the idea of where new people started, yes?


Try adding [ / font ] after each person finishes talking (just minus the spaces):

"some weird story I"
-Kat Anderson
She was full of passion. The onions! the onions! It was
the onions who captured her heart. The onions,
her only friends.
They mocked her,
lied to her, talked behind
her back, but they were
all she had. the only

thing she cared about was getting
to the oracle before sun up. Thinking to
her future, she saw only an image of
happiness, yet enimies and tricksters.

These gifts arrived one day in a shoebox,
wrapped in shiny paper and topped ostentaneously
with a bow.
And strings. The girl played her violin happily
and naiively, not knowing the dangers that lurked in her backyard.
Suddenly, a rabid squirrel leapt down from
a tree and landed on her shoulders. Just as she started to faint, she left
the onion unpeeled. she had learned much from this journey. "I know now that i shall never need an onion to love.. I never need an onion again.."
monosodiumglutemate
thanks ^-^
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