Post by ladygreenleaf on Oct 24, 2005 17:44:56 GMT -5
OK, this is a shared Cillian story, meaning we all write a little bit of the story and then pass it on to the next person. It's a Halloween story, so make it spooky.
Here's how it'll work. I'll write the first part of the story. Then someone else can write the next part, and then someone else can write the next part, and so on. If you'd like to write the next part of the story, please post "I'll write the next part" before you take 10 or 15 minutes to write a paragraph or two. That way it will put the game on hold until you post the next part, and it will keep someone else from spending time writing the next part of the story and then going to post it only to find that someone else has already posted the next part and they did all that hard work for nothing. So as soon as you are ready to add to the story, post "I'll write the next part" or something similar so everyone knows to wait their turn.
OK, the story (and also my first fan fic attempt, so please don't expect too much of me!):
Once again, it's Halloween night. As is your usual Halloween ritual, you're curled up on the sofa with a bag of candy, the chocolatey good kind, not the cheap stuff, and you're watching AMC presentations of classic horror films. You got stuck with candy duty this year, but if some trick or treaters don't ring the doorbell soon, all the candy will be resting in your tummy.
On the TV screen, some green monster that looks remarkably similar to the alien from the previous film (could it be the same monster spray painted green?) crawls out of a lake, and a blonde lady in a bathing suit screams. She should really chill out and have one of those creamy peanut buttery good Reese's cups in your hand right now. As usual, you've already managed to eat the middle of the candy out and are left with a chocolate ring that you're about to pop in your mouth, and then...DING DONG.
It's about time those kids showed up. You get off the couch carrying the sack of candy and answer the door. Standing on the front porch is a small figure, about 4 feet tall, and he's wearing the most adorable little costume. He's Scarecrow from Batman Begins, and he's so precious that you really don't mind that the plastic mask really doesn't do justice to Cillian Murphy's beautiful facial structure. You comment on what a wonderful costume the little tyke has chosen, and you reach into your candy bag prepared to give him an extra helping of treats, but you look up and drop the bag to the ground, screaming in shock and horror. The figure has lifted its mask to reveal...
Here's how it'll work. I'll write the first part of the story. Then someone else can write the next part, and then someone else can write the next part, and so on. If you'd like to write the next part of the story, please post "I'll write the next part" before you take 10 or 15 minutes to write a paragraph or two. That way it will put the game on hold until you post the next part, and it will keep someone else from spending time writing the next part of the story and then going to post it only to find that someone else has already posted the next part and they did all that hard work for nothing. So as soon as you are ready to add to the story, post "I'll write the next part" or something similar so everyone knows to wait their turn.
OK, the story (and also my first fan fic attempt, so please don't expect too much of me!):
Once again, it's Halloween night. As is your usual Halloween ritual, you're curled up on the sofa with a bag of candy, the chocolatey good kind, not the cheap stuff, and you're watching AMC presentations of classic horror films. You got stuck with candy duty this year, but if some trick or treaters don't ring the doorbell soon, all the candy will be resting in your tummy.
On the TV screen, some green monster that looks remarkably similar to the alien from the previous film (could it be the same monster spray painted green?) crawls out of a lake, and a blonde lady in a bathing suit screams. She should really chill out and have one of those creamy peanut buttery good Reese's cups in your hand right now. As usual, you've already managed to eat the middle of the candy out and are left with a chocolate ring that you're about to pop in your mouth, and then...DING DONG.
It's about time those kids showed up. You get off the couch carrying the sack of candy and answer the door. Standing on the front porch is a small figure, about 4 feet tall, and he's wearing the most adorable little costume. He's Scarecrow from Batman Begins, and he's so precious that you really don't mind that the plastic mask really doesn't do justice to Cillian Murphy's beautiful facial structure. You comment on what a wonderful costume the little tyke has chosen, and you reach into your candy bag prepared to give him an extra helping of treats, but you look up and drop the bag to the ground, screaming in shock and horror. The figure has lifted its mask to reveal...
