Sentence Story Game! 📝
Hello!
I'm sure lots of you will have seen the drawing game, where one person draws a head, folds it, next person draws body, folds it (so each person can't see what has been drawn before and it's usually a very unusual creature!)
Soooo we are going to try to recreate this - each person will reply with the next line of the story :0
Ahh this could be amusing xD
I'll start!
Once upon a time...
He noticed the beautiful butterflies flitting and floating all around him, and he spun around with a little hiccup of joy at the perfect sight of them.
He noticed the beautiful butterflies flitting and floating all around him, and he spun around with a little hiccup of joy at the perfect sight of them. He got dizzy and stopped spinning. He looked around and realized he had no idea where he was.
He then stood still for a while, got his breath and sat down on the soft green grass. The cool breeze was blowing and caressing his a bit long hair, the butterflies started fluttering around him, maybe they thought he was a flower! A beautiful, young and sweet blue flower, for he was wearing a blue T-shirt and a gray pant.
He noticed something, he didn't know where he was and how to get back, but this worry was forgotten about when a very sweet smell tickled his nose and made him forget about everything he was worrying about, he stood up and started following the sweet smell and to find out where it was coming from. The butterflies followed him too...
@calmmoon2104
To his utter surprise, the foliage cleared into a rundown hut. The smell was too enticing for the little boy, who couldn't control the urge to take a step inside. Once inside, the boy gasped, perplexed and surprised at the same time...
There was a girl who was frightened and one day magic happened and made her happy again.
Sorry not good at stories.
I am just a click away.
@purpleSea7109There was a girl who was frightened and one day magic happened and made her happy again. That evening on her way home, she saw a flower growing next to the path.She picked it and noticed another and another she kept picking them making a bouquet of them going deeper in the woods. She eventually noticed a cave, a light was coming out and she stepped inside. To her surprise, the cave was full of beautiful flowers of all shapes and colors
@ShrimptailK she stepped into the cave looking at the bright, fragnant, and colorful flowers. Just as she thought this was the best part of her day, she saw light glistening through a pinhole. As she continued walking towards it, she saw the cave opens up to a beautiful seashore with a million turtles welcoming her.
@Saly33
But she decided to feel the moment and embrace the joy and happiness she's getting after long time. Forgetting about all her worries for a moment, she concentrated on the beautiful view under her feet. And after sometime she felt the small trees she used to see was getting larger gradually. Then she realized the bird is going to reach their destination. And she spotted another human being is there :0 she's not alone in this wonderful place? She saw a little boy around her age and he was wearing a blue T-shirt and a gray pant , he was peeking inside a rundown hut... What happened next :0 ?
@teenytinyturtle
Once upon a time I was happy. This is before I made mistakes while in a bad state of mind. I used to smile but now it seems like I think about suicide daily and I'm so ashamed of myself. I've improved my situation however I'm rarely happy anymore.
Until I lost my friends and eventually lost my self. SOEMTIEMS I don’t know who I am and what I’m feeling and just miss being little again….. But then one day
@teenytinyturtle there once was a small bunny who was friends with a scary animal.
@MiloBoyCow
The scary animal was a guy named Bob, who rescued the bunny. Bob loved tennis and hot links fresh off the grill.
The bunny's name was Frank. He raised snails and trained them to do tricks. People were in awe when they watched his snails pull ants out of hats, especially because they didn't have any arms or hands (the snails, that is).
