this was real fun back in the day. I could've sworn we ran one here but couldn't find it. Here's a great example from EN tho, which is mostly ridiculous/hilarious but tbh turns into a p compelling TALE by the end: https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/entertainment_news/one-sentence-story-t253.html

Very simple rules: just add a sentence to add onto the previous one posted. Every post adds up into one, larger story. STARTING US OFF:

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

(never a sentence story here but a handful of three word stories)
http://www.ndimforums.com/fe/thread.asp?threadid=6701&pp=15#new

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

I hate this story already.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"...b-brother?" Curtis uttered in disbelief.

[QUOTE=Boc@21/3/2020 0:57]"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"...b-brother?" Curtis uttered in disbelief.

"S-sister... do I look like a man?" the figure answered.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"...b-brother?" Curtis uttered in disbelief.

"S-sister... do I look like a man?" the figure answered.

"Wait a minute I don't have a sister what is going on?" The dapper cheeto'd ginger inquired.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"...b-brother?" Curtis uttered in disbelief.

"S-sister... do I look like a man?" the figure answered.

"Wait a minute I don't have a sister what is going on?" The dapper cheeto'd ginger inquired.

“Oops wrong house!”


The end.

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" he said to me.

His name was Curtis and he was wearing this awful-looking black tophat and a leather jacket that clearly hadn't fit him in over five years. His hair was the exact color of the cheese puffs he was shoveling into his mouth. While he ate the cheese puffs he reached over trying to grab the remote before a sound began to form in his lower intestines. "Oh shit," he shouted, "I"m about to queef!"

It was at that exact moment of almost-explosion where his door suddenly burst open and a mysterious figure entered the room, shadowed in darkness and drenched in rain.

"...b-brother?" Curtis uttered in disbelief.

"S-sister... do I look like a man?" the figure answered.

"Wait a minute I don't have a sister what is going on?" The dapper cheeto'd ginger inquired.

“Oops wrong house!”

The end.

The people of The End sat silently in their houses as the horrors outside continued to grow more and more unruly.

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There once was a man named Gurgahorsefatslimeslime.