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I guess if my counting game thread died because people can't count this one wont have much luck either, but here goes.

This is a game we used to play in a share house many moons ago only back then it was a pen, a book and the little room where all the best thinking gets done.

The idea is to add to the story that's been created before you.

Add a sentence, add a paragraph, add a chapter (maybe not), add a character, add anything that you want, just add your bit to the story and see where it goes.

Follow any forum rules but the topic is pretty much free and open.

If we get to 100 pages, I'll copy it all into one file and we'll get a publisher to...ignore it.

If we get to 200 pages, I'll copy it into one file and give anyone who reads it a prize.

I we get past 300 pages I think I'll just die laughing.

No need to cut and paste the previous part of the story but it may be worth 'bolding' it in your post to make it distinguishable from any other dribble.

I guess I'll start (and be totally surprised if anyone continues :) )


James awoke laying in a field of long grass wearing a white t-shirt stained with something he did not recognise and a pair of Daisy Duke shorts he was relatively didn't belong to him. His brown hair was dripping wet, as was his left arm, but the rest of his body and clothes felt completely dry. On his left foot he had one Nike runner, while on his right foot he wore a shiny red stiletto which felt like it was at least one size too small. He needed to figure out how he ended up in the field, but the last thing he could remember was....

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...The song sounded familiar yet he could not place it. A note here, a chord there, the off time beat, it all seemed so familiar, yet his mind just couldn't put a name to the tune. What am I doing here? How did I get here? What the hell is going on? Three questions, each needing an immediate answer, yet his mind only wanted to play "name the damn song". He hummed a bit more to himself. Then without consciously realising it was his own own dulcet tones that were echoing across the empty grass field James began singing the first verse of his new favourite song, "Your Advantage Becomes My Deuce Baby"

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...was the picture of a bat hitting a home run....Then he decided to get into an upright position. The smell of the grass was compelling him to go upwards. He was now facing a summer sky with vanilla clouds...and the sun was about to set. He smelled the greenness of the field and the earthiness of the soil around him...and there was that song again. That song that somehow took him here...

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