Posted May 15, 2018 (edited) Hi All! Basically, one person writes a few lines towards the story and then someone else continues it below I'll start first It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. Edited May 15, 2018 by Fedzor Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 16, 2018 It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. John yelled towards the mysterious figure: "You tryna catch these big ass hands fool?". Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 16, 2018 It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. John yelled towards the mysterious figure: "You tryna catch these big ass hands fool?". Shocked, the stranger seemed to gasp in horror at the uncouth language but nervously decided to step past the dividing line of the transom of John's home. As the stranger passed through the hallways, he was greeted by John's truly enormous hands which seemed to fill the entire living room. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 16, 2018 It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. John yelled towards the mysterious figure: "You tryna catch these big ass hands fool?". Shocked, the stranger seemed to gasp in horror at the uncouth language but nervously decided to step past the dividing line of the transom of John's home. As the stranger passed through the hallways, he was greeted by John's truly enormous hands which seemed to fill the entire living room. John's hand had swelled up like a baseball glove on a 10x scale, but John had found himself squeezing on to thin air, as the man in black had mysteriously vanished. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites