I had an idea, it's kind of a game, kind of a challenge, see you have to reply to this post with a sentence telling a story that is a rhyme or a lead on from the previous reply, and the next entry should be a to reply to that. The winning thread will be the longest one with the most responses and votes tallied.
Part of the challenge is, you must upvote each and every number before you in the chain, so keep that in mind if you want to enter in story chains additional times. To make them longer you must update your votes that you missed.
For example
#1 leaves a comment with a sentence that tells a story or rhymes.
#2 turns up, replies to that comment with another, votes #1.
#3 turns up furthering the story and votes #2 and #1, etc.
#1 turns up to go one step further but has to vote 3-2-1 in order to further this story arc.
remember there could be multiple stories going on at any time!!
So lets start those threads people!
The winner will be announced in 1 week when this post matures and 10 SBD will be used as the prize to award to all participants of the winning chain so feel free to spread the word. If you would like to donate towards the winners feel free to do so by upvoting resteeming or sending in an SBD donation with the memo "StoryChain"
Depending on how this works out I may publish a few of them next week if that's okay.
Another part of the challenge is, I want to see if we can make participating in the comments section to be valued as much as the post itself, this would be interesting to me so lets see if we can pull it off!! Make participation it's own reward!
If anyone can suggest an easy way to pull that data I would like to see it at weeks end.
Thanks for participating in this week long experiment! Much love.
All SP from this post will be used to support @minnowsupport and its surrounding services. So please vote generously.
My wedding cost $6700 and my divorce cost $16425, both were worth it.
I'd rather have $23,125 and spend $50 on a vibrator!
But on that day I couldn't find a vibrator with a comfortable handle, instead I met this idiot who winked at me, with a look that will send any teenage girl's heart flutter. That idiot who was supposed to be a shop attendant at the adult shop. The idiot who stole the best years of my life. That idiot I shouldn't have married in the first place. But I was consciously blind to the signs.
and i got nothing
But she ran off with a foreign Prince.
Who promised her riches beyond her dreams...he had been trying to give it away via emails to random strangers, but nobody would accept their good fortune.
"I am from Nigeria", he begged the mute screen, angry movements in still air, "I want to give you my money!!", he didn't understand, why? why wouldn't they accept his generosity?
And he said "whatever bitch, see you later!"
she's is the war I could never win:)
He wooed her and pleaded to get under her skin.
Broken here by lack of upvoting above comment.
There once was a man with a hen.
And he wielded his mighty pen
The pen was dry, the man went to cry.
Despite how hard she tried,
His wife couldn't assuage his pain.
No pain no gain, said said and ran with his crane.
The crane was limp, the man no pimp.
Seeking the missing piece. He jumps into the sea. A shrimp he sees and plants a seed.
Broken here by not upvoting previous comments.
Aww man!
and the last day he die
He lived in the smallest ramshackle cottage by the sea.
Unfortunately the house was right on the edge of a cliff and this made the man nervous.
This was when bungee jumping was considered an act of terrorism because the revolution militia used it to practice jumping off airplanes.
Fortunately we had developed a far more humane method of jumping from a plane, and that was the whoopie cushion. So named for the loud noise made when landing.
The multiple explosions of whoopie cushions triggered an unexpected tornado and trees began sailing across the skies
All in all it was just a bad idea to go jumping from planes, instead this man liked to ride, he rode his bicycle everywhere.
and the hen didnt go to den
With a crunch of glass the detective bust through the door, on the other side waited...
a very small man holding a baby pig. It was sleeping quietly in his arms and had two perfectly formed heads.
Many surreal things detectives have to face on a typical day, but a pig with two heads was one Detective Akpan hadn't seen in his fifteen years rising through the ranks of the county's inspection department.
Not to be deterred by the unexpected visual of a man holding a mutated pig, Detective Akpan opened up his inspector's case full of various instruments and forms and audibly sighed "Let's get this party started."
As he opened his case the pig with two heads wriggled free! Please help me, he screamed but, alas, the pig had departed.
Distracted by the scream of the pig to notice the second shadowy figure, Detective Akpans vison lurched to the side as he moved, scattering the tools of the trade about, "You don't belong here" echoing in the dim light.
The true pig lay in wait in the shadows. From behind the curtain, a two headed man stepped, his fat ruddy cheeks mirrored on his second visage.
"No," the stranger said, "It is you who should not be here."
One piglet wore a bowtie, the other a velvet dress of ruby red.
A soft grunt as the strangely attired animal was re-positioned in the soft embrace, "Is there a problem here?" the silky caress of a voice.
One of the pigs opened it's eyes and began squealing which startled the small man, and he blurted out "they left it on my doorstep! What do I do?"
We all got changed under the tree,
Then we rushed down to the sea.
The waves were constant, the water was cold,
The sky was darkening, "it's time to be bold!"
We swam with hard, furious strokes,
Out bodies tiring 'til fervor awoke.
Suddenly cramp set in.
Then we saw a giant fin!
The whale was majestic as it was large,
And moved as fast as a loaded barge
I woke up this morning and it was raining minnows
I hate rain, and it goes back to my days in elementary school when it never rained enough that my dad thought I should stay back. But on this day it wasn't water that I tried to lick off the other side of the stained glass window. This was strange...
I filled buckets with water from the sink and ran out to catch these strange gifts from the sky. I wanted to get them to safety, nearby was a fresh water tributary.
The faster I worked the more of the darned things fell, covering the ground for miles around.
Even the river was starting to teem with them.
They were voracious, a feeding frenzy ensued. The algae and mosquitoes began disappearing. Something amazing happened as the minnows began growing at an astronomical rate.
They multiplied 10 times their original size until they towered over me, slipping and sloshing around. I felt a slick mouth slide over my arm sucking me in!
I grappled with the monsterous minnow, struggling to free the hapless @juliakponsford, to no avail. I was weak and tears of frustration slipped down my cheeks.
"Someone help me, we're losing her!"
So the rhyme was sublime, as I chose a new crime to chime about.
The new crime was bold.
I had to steal gold!
@sammosk, I think this is a good idea but people try to spoil the thread. It ends up like that 'Bad Joke' game where they all try to spoil each others thread.
That's where the thread they started goes dead and you could branch off again from your own or someone elses choice from your chosen branch, I guess?
It's just supposed to be a bit of fun, I hope peoples don't ruin it :(
Hovering for a moment before crunching down onto the dusty alien landscape, three tired yet excited faces pushed against the glass. "Welcome to mars"
Said the mission commander, who knew ahead of time this would likely be a one-way trip for him.
He could never tell the crew that they only had enough fuel for arrival and there would be O2 for two weeks at the most.
Then there was the food, Ha. Those poor bastards only had enough rations for a week, give them two and they'll be eating one another if the seed beds don't start sprouting.
"We have a lot to do to meet our objective, so Murphy, I want you to establish comms and send a status report..." Commander Keeley barked.
"So should we just start hitchhiking now..." Murphy replied "or should I call an Uber?"
Undeterred, the commander rallied the team around their mission: "Establish Zulu Colony and connect with Yankee Colony, their sister ship, approximately 400 miles away".
The youngest wore a latex protective suit. This was her first mission and in her bag were heirloom seeds. She has a unique green thumb and her job was to create a greenhouse to feed them.
If Love is a disease -->
Then let me gag from my vomit...
I don't want to be cured. -->
No elixir, no escaping, this magic, if you please.
Countdown begin as she turns the clocks back
A song is heard....AC/DC's Thunderstruck.
In these quiet hours that tick away, that slide and slip with clockwork's grace...
...unable to sleep, I toss and I turn. The silence surrounds me and leaves me concerned....
Touch of grey steals across feather light lace.
Come here in a whisper, don't make this a waste
Far off in the dark shadows of the room stands a tall man only lit by the moon.
As the room was dark, navigating no walk in the park.
Instead the bed was askance, feet lifting to prance.
The tall man began to come near.
I'm horrified to see he carries a spear!
Broken here, whoops!
heart;
An ocean of love'
A volcano of pain.
I tried to walk.
My legs were lame.
I walked on my knees,
Face hidden in shame.
Crawl as I must.
This land was dust.
Isn't walking on your knees crawling?
no rolling :)@choogirl
hearttouching @deemarshall
i tried to run
my legs were lame unfortunate
My heart was pounding, the pain disproportionate.
at least we are under the same sky:)
The dust, so thick, now filled my eyes,
The sun to parch my lips.
Put some lip balm to my lips,
Twist my hips before I flip.
1,2,3 to the 4 .. guess who is infront of the door
5, 6, 7 to the 8... the person who came through the gate
9, 10, 11, twelve
it's just this small green little elf...
Lucas
Malabarize-se
(or was it a monster?)
Christian Dior with a bad toe looking for some Chanel to take back to hell to sell to those not feeling very well because of the smell
i can not understand your story.
There was a jolly old boy from the ancient city of Troy
With a pet rooster named brooster and a llama named Karma
He lived in a small home built entirely of chrome
Then he went to roam in Rome and found out these Romans don't know what's romance
Then he picked up a job that was good
Working with wood
Just to get food
But because he needed a job that consumed more strength He abandoned wood cos I bet
Wood is strong but still steel steals the day they kept for wood.
So there he ended up, in a mill in the hood
But soon, every time he saw the moon, he knew he needed a boon
So i said lets back to sleep xD
bcoz its 4:00 pm
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