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Story #4: The Winter of Pain

Posted by Kimberlea Talington in Storytelling - Chase on
In the fall of my junior year of high school, I started to develop a new ailment. It seems I would have a stuffy nose everyday and it seemed every other week, I'd end up with a cold. I didn't know what was going on. Finally, mom took me to the doctor and I found out I was getting sinus infections. So I was put on an antibiotic and was sent on my way. Finally it was cleared up and I was all better.

For the first couple of months, I kept getting infections and having to take antibiotics for them. Then, one day during winter break, I couldn't eat anything. I thought it was nothing so I just ignored it. As the day went on, I got sicker and sicker until I couldn't even move. My parents called the doctor and they just said I was dehydrated so I just had to keep drinking liquids, but sadly those didn't help. My parents took me to the doctor's office and had to run test on me. They found out that I had a stomach infection.

"How did that happen?" I asked. It turned out that I got it from taking too many antibiotics in such a short amount of time. I was out of school for a week, unable to eat anything but Girl Scout shortbread cookies.

Once I was better, I had to be taking back to the doctor. They said I had lost 6 pounds. I finally got back into school, I missed so much work. I promised not to get that sick ever again

250 Word Sentence

Posted by Alexandra McGrorty in Storytelling - Chase on
I could get all creative with this piece of writing, I suppose, I could add all the flourishes and adjectives and flowing description that would give it more mass and content so I could somehow reach two hundred and fifty words, I could think of some event and describe it down to every last insignificant, tiny, minute detail, I could just keep on finding more and more descriptions to include, abuse the thesaurus to death and do this the proper way that I was told to; however, I find that completely, ridiculously, insanely impossible and I don’t think I can even get past one hundred words, if I can even reach that goal,  I’ll be lucky if I can even make it that far; I know this is supposed to help me structure sentences or purvey thoughts or something good like that, but I don’t see how I can even manage to do it, because I can’t focus on one singular thought, this turned into a giant run-on sentence before I was even past the first line, but I can’t think of much else to put because this is just completely beyond me and using grammar this poor (my own fault, I know it can be accomplished somehow, but I have no idea how to, personally) is really just breaking my heart and depressing me.

 

A 249 Word Sentence With Viscount Odin Prudence Monroe

Posted by Christine Walden in Storytelling - Chase on

It was noon when I told her -- her being a woman named Roberta who is prone to hysterics at the sheer mention of Monaco, bastard children, blonds, brunettes, tabby cats, or breakfast cereal due to the rather infamous actions of her eldest son at the end of the oh so harrowing France-Australia war -- of the very dead gentleman now adorning her critically acclaimed gnome sanctuary (a body which came to be in its present state, oh Reader, when a young, vivacious, albeit paranoid and often ridiculous woman from a small Minnesota town, who decided to leave her childhood home to join this small grouping of wayward individuals in Montana, including the befuddled Roberta, in the hopes of escaping the seemingly ever-present feeling of dread that stemmed from her growing realization that the world existed beyond the scope of her limited and often quite morose imagination, perceived she was in danger and being stalked as she walked home from her unfulfilling employment as the town’s assistant deputy sidewalk and bike lane inspector - a familiar feeling for this paranoid lass which tends to manifest itself most aggressively in the evening hours of a mildly comfortable day with a 50% chance of rain after ten, when she decided for safety’s sake to attack the assailant that was “undoubtedly” prowling behind with her purse bayonet, killing him instantly with his last thought being one of confusion as to why this crazed woman stabbed him while he was walking to his sister’s house.)

The Long Beginning of The Story

Posted by Oscar Holton in Storytelling - Chase on
Last year, during spring break, in the rainy month of April, which is also the glorious month of my birthday, I was extremely bored to death and the boredom caused me to watch my life saving cable TV, but there wasn’t anything on cable television so I was forced to switch my attention to the computer to watch shows that normally don’t come on American TV because they only exist in the wonderful country of Japan so I used the magical power of the internet to watch a comedy, mystery, psychological, science fiction, slice of life, and supernatural genre anime titled “The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya”; which is about a beautiful girl named Haruhi Suzumiya who introduces herself as having "no interest in ordinary humans" but she creates a school club called 'Save our world by Overloading it with fun Suzumiya Haruhi's Brigade' or the S.O.S. Brigade in short, whose main goal is to find any aliens, time travelers, sliders or espers(an individual capable of telepathy and other similar paranormal abilities) and it’s ironic how the students who join the club are aliens, time travelers, and ESPers but there is one member who is nothing special, he is just an ordinary schoolboy who doesn’t believe in aliens, time travelers, or espers but he soon find out that they are real and they only exist because the girl Haruhi Suzumiya is a god and she makes whatever she wants to happen because she is a god and cause things to happen with her mind.

255 word sentence

Posted by Tajh Jenkins in Storytelling - Chase on
Shawn and Shane hated each other; the fact that they were brothers didn’t even come in the way of the amount of hate between them, although Shawn is the older of the two, he always felt as though Shane was appreciated more by their parents because they gave him more attention, spoiled him with whatever he wanted and never punished him for the things that he did wrong, rather than talking to his parents about how he felt while he was young Shawn grew up despising his brother feeling as though he could live his adult life without seeing and speaking to his family except for only on occasions, because of his feelings, whenever he and Shane were young, Shawn would treat him badly which always led to them fighting, when Shawn left for college and went on to live his adult life with his wife and kids, he went years without speaking to his brother, until late last year Shawn decided he would show up for their family reunion with the encouragement of his wife, things were awkward at the reunion because no one expected him to show, not even his parents, at the reunion Shawn spoke to everyone but whenever he and his brother crossed paths there was silence, until his father had enough of it, their father talked some sense into the boys and told them to talk about all there issues and put everything on the table, once they went in the house to talk, a fight broke lose. (To be continued)

251 Word Sentence Story

Posted by Sinnea Douglas in Storytelling - Chase on
It was a sticky, sweaty day, the kind that makes every article of clothing your wearing melt into your skin like a thick stick of butter in a scolding hot skillet or like a snowball in the warm waters of the Red Sea as I sat in Youseff’s dark muggy house on the dangerous crime and crack infested corner of 54th and Springfield, I began to sweat, small beads of perspiration formed along my hairline and dribbled down the sides of my face, more formed in the crease of my neck and behind my ears, I sat continually dabbing myself with thin moist tissues that only left tiny papery balls along my hot irritated body as I wiped a pool of sweat out of my eyes I looked across the room at Kavi, she was curled up on the loveseat, knees tucked into chest, her feet covered in black socks with ugly big eyed frogs with long pink looped tongues and she had her eyes open, I could see her small hazel pupils peeking through her lash invaded eyelids, I though “why does she sleep like that?”, Anwar must have read my mind because he slithered from his cool spot on the floor and crept his sweaty black face right up to Kavi’s and screamed a loud shrieking pubescent scream as her face met his- now of course Kavi jumped and Youseff came tumbling down the stairs, he tripped on a pair of roller skates that were left on the steps.

 

Time of 2011 (250 Word Sentence)

Posted by Ralen Robinson in Storytelling - Chase on

In the time of 2011, where coffee is god, where 80s/retro music reinvent’s the style of spring and fall with bulky sweaters and no care attitude that takes over the airways with “fight the power of the prepster “ defining the American youth, where v necks and large words get used such as cultivate, Ablutophobia & Haussmannize are accompanied with sly insults making the normal kid say “what!” teenagers blow up the population with condescending phrases therefore making assholes born and no more traces of friendliness available in the mellow pastime of the “Cookie cutter lifestyle”, where the an average sixteen year old can respond on the changing fashions of Monet with a French dialect while cheap coffee is being sipped in the mouth of the future, where in any other circumstances a child would be worried about the latest movie but, no now time has changed; Asshole have taken over the population, where smoking a cigarette and chi tea plus not going green a stigma of pure disgrace young innocent teenage minds has morphed into the 2011 frame here I stand here eighteen years of life having a large grasp on the person I am today and where I want to be instead of frantically running around like a chicken with my head cut off I’d regained my own internal being.

Demon Drop

Posted by Evett Hawks in Storytelling - Chase on
During the summer i went to a amusement park with Anthony and Zach. There was a ride called " The Demon drop" and it went almost as high as the tallest roller coaster there. Maddie , Anthony, Zach and I got in line and waited for our turn finally it came and the ride happened to be a four seater so we all got to ride together. the ride scaled to the top and you could feel gravity pushing to keep you down. we finally got to the top and nothing happened. We all took in the view after a good 3 minutes we looked at each other and started making small talk. Zach broke the silence by saying 
"So how's the weather?" 
"well i think -" anthony couldn't finish his sentence the only thing he got out was " Ahhh" and we all join in unison except me who was too busy laughing and trying to get air while falling. we fell and then were on our backs , we flipped to back at the line that we came from and we all got out laughing imitating his scream and re-enacting the whole thing over again. This i think was the most hilarious moment that happened while being at Dorney park.

Story #4 Not a leg to stand on.

Posted by Zachary Walls in Storytelling - Chase on
​Easter of whatever year Harry Potter and the goblet of fire came out.  My sister and I were playing with toy cars. It was a few hours after bedtime and it started getting cold. I didn't want to go downstairs to get my parents because they would make us go to bed so I got the "brilliant" idea to stack up two chairs, a silver case, and a pillow (for safety of course) and climbed up my poorly constructed tower to meet the fan cord. Expectedly it fell and I landed my face on the back of one of the play chairs. I cried and screamed and my sister backed out of the room. My parents came upstairs and decided after figuring out what happened that it was time for a hospital trip. (the hospital portion of this story merits another story so more tomorrow) 

The Longest Hour of My Life

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on
So, today was an extremely long day. It was filled with classes, but my worries began this morning during X-Band. My best friend started shaking uncontrollably in the middle of Calculus class and it was not easy to handle. Seeing someone that I'm so close to and who generally brightens the days of many people in such a bad position made me want to cry. The only thing I could actually do was text her mom and hold her trembling hands between shudders while we waited for her mom to pick her up. And my day never seemed as long as that hour felt to me, seeing someone I love so much and having no way to help her.

Each day, it hits me more and more that you're leaving.

Posted by Melissa Buchanico in Storytelling - Chase on

Dear Bianca,

 

There have been a lot of things going through my mind lately about you going into the military. Please don’t think that I am mad at you or I don’t want to support you, because I do. I admire you so much for having the guts and the bravery to enroll yourself into that line of duty. It takes a certain kind of person to be able to stand up in front of their country and place their life on the line to protect us.

You are my best friend here in school and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. When we get mad at each other, it’s a pain in the ass. As annoying as it is sometimes to come in 7:50 in the morning and listen to you yell and scream about the crack whore on the El who wanted to fight you, I enjoy it because I know there is no one else like you. There is no one else that I can experience that with and I love you for that.  You just have to understand where I am coming from.

It’s a lot to take in, watching your best friend stress over filling out her forms to place herself in the military. You WILL be out there fighting, you WILL be out there risking your life, and frankly, that scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to you lose you, I never do, and you have to understand where your sister and I are coming from. I wish I didn’t have to talk to you about this, which is partially the reason I am writing you this letter because if I do try and tell you this in person, I will probably start crying.

Mrs. Hull approached me this morning because she feels like none of your friends are supporting you and I want you to know that I am by your side 100%, as crazy as your ideas and views may be, I will always be there for you. It took 4 years to fully understand you and I am happy that I do. I am so proud of you and your choices, please don’t ever think that I am not going to be by your side. I love you so much, like I said, you’re my best friend and one of the only people that I can trust these days. I want you to continue on with this because I know how dedicated you are to doing this and I wish I had your bravery.

Just be careful and always remember that everyone loves you. If you ever need anyone to talk to, you know I am here, by your side, every day, 24/7, 100%.

(:

 

I LOVE YOU<3.

 

Love,

Misssy.

The never-ending sentence

Posted by Talib Friend in Storytelling - Chase on
​​He rolled out of bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the class what to do because that would most definitely attract some attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period, then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the subordinate clauses he found.

 

The n

Posted by Anonymous in Storytelling - Chase on

​He rolled out of bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the class what to do because that would most definitely attract some attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period, then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the subordinate clauses he found.

 

I Don't Trust Her

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
Shortly after arriving home from military school (which his mother forced him to go after a series of what she deemed “unruly behavior”), Jason quickly discovers that his dad has been dating a much younger woman only several months after the death of his mother, who had been tragically killed in a freak car accident – the same car accident that killed his younger sisters Jessica and Michelle on the way to their dentist appointment; Jason decides that there is something strange about his father’s new girlfriend, like she is hiding something – something she definitely doesn’t want the family to know; while obviously preoccupied on his date, clearly thinking about the possible investigation work on his father’s girlfriend,  while confiding in his girlfriend of two years as they were on their first date since he returned home, “there’s something about her, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t trust her”, clearly in doubt of his paranoid state and wanting to continue on with their date, she tells him he’s overreacting, “Come on dude, your dad’s happy, you’re probably just not over what happened to your mom” taken aback by this comment from his girlfriend, he stops the car suddenly and appears to gather himself, presumably thinking about what has transpired during his time away from home “Did she miss me? Did she regret sending me away from my home, my family?

 

Story #4

Posted by Mckelly Timothy in Storytelling - Chase on
While on my way home, my phone ringing with Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” in my pocket, my hands were freezing so I left them in my pocket and continued to walk because I doubted the call was important enough for me to risk being more uncomfortable knowing that I was a long way from heat the thought alone was killing me, after a long period of my pain distracting me from the call even though I wondered who was calling me, while I was thinking, my phone stopped ringing my suffering just began, the wind smacked my face, harder than a furious parent causing tears to roll down my slowly causing more pain, In order to get home, waited patiently for about twenty minutes looking for the bus, once I noticed that there were about 20 people at the bus stop, since there was a delay, my mind told me that I wouldn’t make it home using that route unless the buses came back to back, rather than walking a few blocks for the trolley I continued to wait because my stubborn ways took over the motive to get out of the frigid weather, although I knew that I should call my mother or brother,  they didn’t want me to go out that night, as soon as I would decide to dial her number it would be no going back to avoid her long speech that would prove me wrong and  since I wanted to be right like everyone always wants to be whether they know they are wrong or not  when I saw someone step into the street and smile I knew the bus was coming, I made the executive decision to reach into my other pocket and check my phone which shockingly turned out to be a text from my brother saying “Do you want a ride home?”

for 2/9/11

Posted by Andrew Smith in Storytelling - Chase on

Soon I will be posting pages from my short chapter book that I am writing, I decided to make a post about the story instead of making this post an actual story so that you can be introduced to the idea.

            The story is about zombies, but I tried to make it more about the people then the actual zombies, with a lot of characters the story was hard to write simply because I never wrote something this long. Keeping track of the plot was a small difficulty, and I’m not so sure I like everything I have, but that’s for you guys to judge not me.

            The reason I wanted to do a story about zombies is because I find it the most interesting way to end the human race. (or potentially end). In a zombie outbreak all people must put aside differences and hatred to stay alive, and everyone is a fighter, even therapists have to fight.  The story is called Incident Z and there is some profanity in it, and some gore, readers discretion is advised

Deeds (for 2/10/11)

Posted by Andrew Smith in Storytelling - Chase on

Jimmy was in an annoyed hateful mood, and was playing a violent video game to help with his stress. He had a long day and was just generally mad at humanity. His mother would try to talk to him, and jimmy would ignore her. Jimmy went on like this for the whole day, until his phone went off. Jimmy looked at the caller ID and was surprised to see the name oh his formal youth group leader. They used to meet every Wednesday with several of Jimmies friends, they played games and discussed God. Jimmy answered the phone

            “hey Lisa, how are you?” Jimmy asked

            “good, what about you”

            “fine” Jimmy said, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to have to explain himself .

            “What are you doing tonight?”

            “Nothing”

            “Good can I pick you up in an hour?”

            Confused Jimmy agreed, but felt a little uneasy. He had not spoken to his youth group leader for at least a few months and was surprised to hear from her. Jimmy trusted her though and got ready to go. When she arrived she beeped her horn and Jimmy was quick to leave his house. He realized that although he was confused he didn’t really care where he went. Just to get out of the house was nice. The car ride was a quite one, with few words exchanged, just the usual “hi, how are you, its good to see you”

             The car stopped Lisa got out of her car and handed a bag to Jimmy, who looked into the bag and saw 5 fruit cups. “come on Jimmy, were going to feed the homeless, but watch out for the cops, technically this is illegal”

            Jimmy was very confused now, but glad that they were back to a usual routine giving food to the homeless. This time however was different because they were giving food out to homeless men in a train station. Jimmy never did anything like this except in a homeless shelter. It was over in no time, and by the time Jimmy got home he had completely forgotten about his mood of hatred, and felt good about feeding the needy, he even got a few “god bless you”s and “thank you”s whiche made Jimmy realize that just because the world is so messed up, does not mean that humanity is lost. What he did that day meant a lot to him, and sure it was a small thing, but he was happy to have done it.

Betrayal

Posted by Arthurline Bowen in Storytelling - Chase on
It happened a few years ago I can still remember like it was yesterday, Amber and I went to Shadow’s end of the year party, Omg it was so great everyone was dancing, drinking, and just having a ball; and I felt a little dizzy so I went upstairs to get away from all the ruckus that was going on, an hour later I heard footsteps and when I looked up it was him, are you ok he asked me, I feel much better now I replied, In my head I’m thinking omg shadow is here with me like we’re alone in a room like omg, I know you are wondering like who the hell is Shadow and why am I acting the way I am, well how can I put it, Shadow is like the most popular guy in SLA like every girl who’s a somebody wants to be with him even the nobodies wants to be his girlfriend, so now you know why I’m tripping but the problem is he’s Amber ex and she’s my best friend so I can’t like him, but the truth is I’ve been in love with Shadow ever since the first day of freshman year, when he was walking down the hall I got one glimpse of him and that was it, I was love struck, anyways he was never interested in me at least that’s what I thought until a few minutes ago when he told me that I was pretty and touched my face.

To Be Continued...

70% Chance

Posted by Emma Connell in Storytelling - Chase on
I recently discovered, that my pets have a 70% chance of dying (early). I've had a total of 10 pets my first being a lizard, whose name was Fluffy. I got him when I was three. He had a brief life of about 10 months, since my mom never fed him. My later pet was a cat, named Lucky. We had him for about 4 weeks, until he ran away and got hit by a car. My third pet was my cat, Nip who I got when I was five. She is still alive today, which surprises me because she seems to never eat and always gets into fights with stray cats. The next animal I had was a hermit crab named, Ginger. Ginger lasted for about 2 months, until Nip ate her. Nip also ate my fish, who I had for 1 hour and didn't have enough time to name. Nip also ate these two Lizards I had. I was very upset, so the next animal I got was something Nip couldn't eat. It was a cat. Her name was Ceaser. She is fat and still alive. In 4th grade I got a dog. His name was Tanner. He was vicious and had to be put down because my mom was afraid he would kill somebody.  In 6th grade I got a new dog. Her name is Oreo. She is not vicious and still alive.

Ginger - died
Lucky -died
2 Lizards - died
Fish- died
Nip - still alive
Fluffy - died
Ceaser - still alive
Tanner- died
Oreo- still alive

Need A Friend

Posted by Katherine Roman in Storytelling - Chase on
Once there was a young girl named Pariah, so beautiful that she was envied by all the other maidens of the land, the magnificently beautiful young girl longed for a friend so badly, a girl, someone she could learn from, talk to, not like all the boys who confronted her with desirous eyes and saw her for nothing more then their dream wife, not because she was a great cook or because she sang lovely enough to make even the sea cry, but because of her graceful unintentional beauty; she wished ever so often to be plain, normal, she even prayed, prayed hard and long that the gods wouldn't reject her the way the girls did or want her simply for her façade, and then it happened, on the least anticipated but always prepared for moment, she was answered, as if the god’s had heard her cries and send her a friend; a young lady even more beautiful then she, her hair was ebony black and flowed never endingly down her back and eyes of a color so strange it was hypnotizing, her name was Jasline, and she spoke with an Angelique tone each time she opened her perfect shaped lips, but even at her extraordinary appearance, Pariah had no sense of undertone jealousy towards Jasline, In fact she sympathized with her subconsciously because she knew, If no one else how it felt to be discriminated solely based on looks; the two lovely young ladies instantly bonded and became the best of friends.

Stephanie Marie: A One Sentence Story

Posted by Taylor Valentine in Storytelling - Chase on
Although Stephanie Marie was an uncommon woman (she liked football, plopping down on her couch for hours every Sunday and Monday night- NFL or college; it didn't matter- and charcoal-grilled steak each night for herself on a well-rusted grill that had been given as a early birthday present by her father two months before he died), the more he got to know her, the more predictable she became in the way she lived her life, as if it had not changed in almost five years to the day -the night she had gambled with her life by stepping into the unmarked car of a stranger, not knowing where he would take her or what he would do with her; she returned a changed woman and when she woke up every morning at 7:13 (a time that was somehow ingrained into her brain), needing 13 minutes to fully wake up from the moment she opened her eyes to the time she stepped into the shower, which was always set to the most blisteringly scalding temperature the rusty dial allowed and lasted until every drop of warmth had washed down the drain, she would eventually find herself standing in her underwear in front of her closet, picking the same shirt she had worn the day before (she had bought her entire wardrobe at Macy’s in a single trip, two days after that fateful night) in a different color, a pair of grey or black slacks that would not draw attention to her uncomfortably wide hips and heels that were “practical, yet sophisticated” as she liked to say, she knew that she could never return to the fickle, carefree child she had once been. 

 

Harrison's 256-word-sentence story.

Posted by Harrison Talese-Rhodes in Storytelling - Chase on
Once upon a time, and quite a time it was-- a not too terrible time, a time in which there existed not violence nor war nor murder nor lies nor death nor hate nor the word “moist”, but rather a more desirable time, one with a more peaceful disposition, one in which there existed no solids nor liquids nor gasses, which is, perhaps, to say that there existed nothing as we, humanity, perceive existence-- there was a being; moreover, this being was not a very manly being, which is, of course, to say that this being was not a man, and this being was not quite a womanly being, which is, of course, to say that this being was not a woman, but this being existed as a genderless being, a godly being, one living beyond any fathomable boundaries that exist for humanity, a being that, if asked by me, Harrison, what it thought about Earth in the year 2011, would say, “well, Harrison, you question asking human you, so bound by your physical form, your perception of existence, I would answer your question, but I’m afraid, good sir, honest sir, that I just don’t give a damn,” a being comprised solely of peace and positive energy, a being that was not light nor dark nor tall nor short nor good nor bad, a being that lived not in one time nor one place, but a being that quite simply lived, a being that quite simply existed, a being, if you will, that quite simply was.

Veronica (250 Word Sentence)

Posted by Alexis Beren in Storytelling - Chase on
Veronica was a girl that I will never get off of my mind, a girl that I am obsessed with, well not obsessed, but a girl that I can't deny is taking over my thoughts; she is everything - perfect, flawless, beautiful, stunning, phenomenal in every way, charming, fascinating, seductive and illusive, misunderstood but craved, a girl who knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, a girl that everyone loved who wasn't sure of love herself, a girl that was the center of attention who could escape off on her own at any second - she came into my life and disappeared, vanished like she was never even there, before i got to tell her - tell her that "i can't lose you, i cherish you more than anything and I will take care of you if it is the last thing I do," and she needed to know that I would never hurt her like I know she has been hurt before - i knew who she was before she even knew my name, but she left without knowing who I was - a quirky, sometimes awkward girl that was never comfortable with who she was, but would never truly admit it, a girl that loved too much too fast, but would never accept that anyone would ever love her back - I may never get to see her again and she may never know my name or who I am, but I will never forget those words she said to me as she walked away, "hey girl, i love you too."