Let's Play a GAME!! Once Upon a Time...
I'll start with a quick line and then everyone that's playing can get in on the game. Each Reply to my post will start a brand new story chain. Everyone then can pick and choose whichever chain that they want to start with and/or continue another story chain. Each branching response can be continued.
I'd like to see 1 scene of between 3-5 paragraphs linking from the previous Chain post, but no more than 5 paragraphs because we want to give everyone a chance.
The best Story Chain will have the most Upvotes and can Claim Supremacy!!!!
So, without further ado...
Once Upon a Time there was a young Steemian named Jack. He was a precocious boy that just loved to cause mischief wherever he went. He had dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes like the evening skies and a way jaunty bounce to his step.
Jack loved his family and friends, but couldn't help the allure of practical jokes, even if the prank got him into hot water every now and again. He would put sugar in the salt and salt in the sugar, put dirt in his sister's hair, and so many other things. He even once found a nest of Beetles and dropped them in his friend's Pillow Case when he came to sleep over.
"I so love Practical Jokes," he whispered to himself, holding the end of a string. "The next one will be so funny! I can't wait! Who should I get? maybe the Baker this time? or Old Myrtle?" He thought long and hard and then his grand scheme began to form.
Now it's your turn. Let's see just how many Stories we can make. If this is successful, I'll do more of these story games and we'll all have lots of fun.
I'm so excited to see what you all come up with. Meet you on the other side!
Just so this doesn't completely pass by without any story additions, I'll add my own next part.
Jack already had the half-baked scheme lathering up in the back of his brain. He was going to swipe Old Myrtle's Blackberry Pie and sneak it into Mr. Montgomery's house. That way Mr. Montgomery would get in trouble for taking the Pie without asking. He chuckled at the thought of Old Myrtle yelling at the half-deaf cabinet maker.
"I see her pie even now, and it smells delicious!" he said, his mouth watering in anticipation of having the pie. "I can just have a quick slice and nobody will be the wiser before I sneak it over to Mr. Montgomery's house."
He bit into the pie and tasted the sweetest explosion in his mouth that had ever happened. He couldn't help but gorge himself on slice after slice. As he watched, though, the pie kept on replenishing itself before his eyes. He had eaten 22 slices of pie and felt his gut expanding outward in front of him before he was able to stop for a break.
He leaned back, breathing harder than he had ever had to before. His skinny frame was now bulging in every direction. He still smelled the pie and wanted to eat more, but he was just able to fall backwards and roll out of the way of the drifting scent. As he waddled towards his house, he felt afire from head-to-toe. When he looked down, blue fur covered him all over the place. He had become a Blue Troll! He screamed and heard a guttural voice echo out... it was his own voice! He heard a shriek from behind and a few women were pointing at him.
He turned tail and fled out of town as a handful of men came running. They were all carrying different things to try to kill him. He could barely make himself move fast enough as he felt his lower jaw extend outward and his joints cracked in the wrong places. The legs that usually were swift and steady were now lumbering and awful.
Who wants to go next?