Writing game!

[DrummerGirl]

I pick a word, then the next person who replies to it writes a short story or poem about it, then gives a new word for the next person to use!

My word...

Pickle!

 

[Samantha8]

Pickles are sweet,

Pickles are neat.

My little pickles are in a jar

I didn't hear a peep or a harr.

 

My next word:

Star

 

[Toxic-Jubilee]

i see a star and whant to go to the dark reachs of space along besid it. out in my hopeful quite.

alone

 

[Kookaburra]

The cold rain pelted down unmercifully, stinging any skin not covered. The moon peeked briefly through the grey curtains of cloud, and its laughing face seemed to mock the one lone finger of white rock that stood away from the others, alone. Years had passed and with them had gone his former pride, but still the rock remained, weather-worn, crumbling, yet enduring.

Violet.

 

[TheDerek]

Violet was the sky

A beauty to behold

It shined like the sun

Setting in my heart

It called out my name

It wanted to be heard

It was love in a voice

That spoke so silently

It was violet in my soul

 

Next word will be "Creative"

 

[life_boy]

I don't have a creative bone in my body. Or maybe my head. My head's a creative bone. Is it a bone? It hurts when I hit it with my hand. Maybe it's just hard to the touch. I don't know. What am I doing? Oh yeah, I'm writing a poem or a short story about the word creative. Creative. Creative's not really a word a poem or a short story is about. It describes a poem or a short story. This is ridiculous. I'm hungry. I wonder if there's any thing in the refirgerator. My head hurts. Maybe my head hurts because it's creative. But I don't feel creative.


Next word: string

 

[unitedistand]

my string is a lovely string,
all stringy and long.
so many strings envy my string,
that's why I never made this a song.

Next word: moose

 

[life_boy]

When is a moose not just a moose?
I've often wondered this and now I have the answer.
The answer that answers the question.
When is a moose not just a moose?
I've often wondered this and now I have the answer.


Next word: kite.

 

[LilMissNiles]

lets go fly a kite up to the highest height (mary poppins)

Next word: Lacrosse

 

[TheDerek]

The man was sitting in the locker-room, medatating, getting ready for the big game. If he did good, there team would go to the state tournement, and he would get a scolarship! If there team did bad, the crowds would get mad. The man decided to do his best, and left the locker room.

Next WordPower

 

[Soul-jah_33]

sitting up in the sky some where power flowing threw his body.Rain and thunder rage from his lips............sorry cant finish..i'll come back later..........next word...........armor

 

 

[Swurple]

armor me with health

armor me with gold

armor me with things of love

but dont armor me with mould

Next Word: Bottle

 

[Soul-jah_33]

living life is bottles, never know which one is cracked..

next word. savior

 

[LookingLand]

seeking a savior in a strange, sad situation
as the sun sleeps and silence sounds
sentiment and sediment of desolation

living on hope for light.

~~~~~~~~~~

Did I do this right?

Next word: turnstiles

 

[Dewjunkie]

Turnstiles maintain order in this chaotic world. Turnstiles keep people from exiting the wrong direction. Can you imaging the utter disarray if everyone tried to exit through the entrance? Mayhem, I say. Turnstiles masterfully prevent such chaos. Forget not that turnstiles also count how many people pass through them. Without turnstiles, theme parks would not know how many people rode a particular ride. Critical data in the theme park industry. We should thank those amazing contraptions that spin and go click, count like a calculator (sorry, no long division), and maintain order in the lines of masses trying to access Space Mountain. Don't jump them, don't spin them without actual people passing through, and don't curse them for hindering your progress. Without turnstiles, disorder and numerical guesswork would be ways of life. A world without turnstiles is no world for me.

Next word: Carbonation.

 

[WarriorOfGrace]

Why do we seek power
When it is power that we fear
Power is not the key we need
Power is but a hollow feind
Here and now the power dies
For we learned to the truth
Power corrupts, power is fake
Those who think they have power
Turn out to have nothing
Those who think they have nothing
Turn out to have Power

HMS

Next Word: Life

 

[LookingLand]

life love leaf left

Lord let lions lay with lambs, let leaves lament in lazy lanes, let us learn in this life the last laugh is lost for looking too far away instead of latching lightly to the lessons left lovingly before us.

Next word: Laugh

 

[EspressoDuck]

Laughter is the strangest thing.
It can bellow like a horn,
Or like bells, it can ring.
From a young child
Or the elderly kind
It can reconcile
It can calm the mind.

Next word, Scintillating.

 

[LookingLand]

the scintillating silver of the bells as they do quiver
tintinabulating in the cloisters up above.

if you cast an eye upon them just as morning's light is dawning
it's like seeing the light reflect from peace and love.

next word: brazen

 

[Kookaburra]

The brazon tones of the bell ring
Across the golden plain
The voices rise and flow as Spring
Gardens its flowerbeds

next word: dandelion