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| wienerschnitzel |
| to bad xeno isn't around anymore.. he could add something special i'm sure. someone write a chapter on frenchie. |
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| Meat187 |
| You better add what I wrote, cause it's downright brilliant. :) |
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| Lews |
Help out a fellow prog head with some school work? I'd love to!
Will try to write something decent ;) |
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| Meat187 |
| :stongue: :stongue: Ahahaha, the story is now about this guy setting out to kill a sinister being named Liam Ashleigh with a cowbell. :stongue: :stongue: |
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| Capitalizt |
English 44A
SMU
Creative Writing
Prof. Miller
In class Assignment for Wednesday:
Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent, and to forward a copy of each revision to me as you progress. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students, Rebecca [last name deleted] and Gary [last name deleted.]
Rebecca - At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
Gary - Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
Rebecca - He bumped his head and nearly died, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for physically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Gary - Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Au'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie."
Rebecca - This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Gary - Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Rebecca - .
Gary - Bitch.
Teacher - A+ I really liked this one! |
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| Capitalizt |
| quote: | | Originally posted by Meat187 the story is now about this guy setting out to kill a sinister being named Liam Ashleigh with a cowbell. :stongue: :stongue: |
Whoever wrote that should have used ******** instead. |
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| EgosXII |
chucked one in :)
this would be pretty hard to moderate since the parts don't come up automatically...
for example, if 20 people wrote the chapter directly preceeding the last posting, what happens? |
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| Meat187 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Capitalizt
Whoever wrote that should have used ******** instead. |
That was me, and you can't name a character ********, can you? I just hope people keep following that crazy storyline.
ANother idea I had was letting him collapse there with mysterious symptoms and starting a House MD episode. :haha:
@enydo: Could you please correct the spelling mistake in the chapter title? |
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| Capitalizt |
| This really isn't going to work unless you fix it to be instantly updated with new lines. I'd like to add a few paragraphs but won't bother if it will be all out of whack when they show up a few hours later. |
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| enydo |
| Yeah, we need to figure some stuff out with that site. Thanks for the submissions so far though guys. |
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| Meat187 |
| Alright, who the hell posted that retarded third chapter and ruined my awesome Liam Ashleigh storyline?!?! :mad: :whip: |
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