Exquisite Corpse Literature~ You add to the Story

[~Tszura~]

Exquisite Corpse Literature~ You add to the Story

I tried this elsewhere (not on DGN) and received absolutely no response......Meh!!

So lets try it here!! I see these kinds of things pop up all over, and have seen some crazy and cool storylines develop.

I’ll begin the story, and then the next person adds 3 to 5 sentences to continue it, and so on.

Lets see what we come up with!

Here goes............

Hearing a wild shrieking, Len jumped out of his warm bed, and peered out the window of his isolated cabin. “Now I remember why I don’t come here alone,” he groaned. Scanning the blackened woods for any signs of life, he saw nothing. But then he heard it again. “Awww, come on, what the fuck is that?”

[alaska sunrise]

Hearing a wild shrieking, Len jumped out of his warm bed, and peered out the window of his isolated cabin. “Now I remember why I don’t come here alone,” he groaned. Scanning the blackened woods for any signs of life, he saw nothing. But then he heard it again. “Awww, come on, what the fuck is that?”

he floundered his mind with imaginative thoughts upon what could walk upon these woods at such a time of this....could it really be what he heard from the stories as a child....for when he was a tot-his aunties and uncles would explain to him that these woods contained certain creatures of life that indeed exisited but are not for teasing nor tempting---for the GORGON Len's auntie went on to tell is a female creature from the greek mythology- they are covered with impentrable scales and have live snakes for hair-hands made of brass -sharp teeth and a beard of scars---ledgens has it that the greek perseus slew the terrible medusa beheading her while she slept---and she went on to tell him---but little Len didnt beleive her----now he was back to his right frame of mind---thankful for not dwelling into his childhood too far, he stepped outside of his cabin............

[Nightgaunt]

only to go sprawling headlong into the new-fallen mat of leaves that covered the ground outside his door. Picking himself up, he brushed the clinging orange and yellow leaves from his shirt and turned back to the open door. A glint of moonlight near his feet caught his eye and he peered intently through the darkness to try and make out the object that stood there. Bending closer, Len could make out the form of what seemed to be a cat - no, a sculpture of a cat. Perplexed by the appearance of a work of art at his front door, and more than a little perturbed by what he'd heard, he picked up the cat, grunting a little at the weight of the thing, and hurried back inside. Len set the sculpture down on the rough-hewn dining table and examined it by the light of his lantern. He was struck by the exquisite workmanship; obviously, this was the work of a master sculptor. It was cut from what appeared to be solid obsidian and no detail was spared. Every hair, even the whiskers - although several of these appeared to have been broken off at some point - had been painstakingly chiseled from the cold rock. How had it been done? Len was no artist, but even he could appreciate the near impossibility of such a feat. The cat was depicted in a state of extreme fear. The back was arched, the fur bristled, and the face contorted in a snarl. Amazing, yes, but Len was tired. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, so he left the stone feline on the table and trudged back to his bed. He found sleep almost immediately, but

[Angel of Death]

only to go sprawling headlong into the new-fallen mat of leaves that covered the ground outside his door. Picking himself up, he brushed the clinging orange and yellow leaves from his shirt and turned back to the open door. A glint of moonlight near his feet caught his eye and he peered intently through the darkness to try and make out the object that stood there. Bending closer, Len could make out the form of what seemed to be a cat - no, a sculpture of a cat. Perplexed by the appearance of a work of art at his front door, and more than a little perturbed by what he'd heard, he picked up the cat, grunting a little at the weight of the thing, and hurried back inside. Len set the sculpture down on the rough-hewn dining table and examined it by the light of his lantern. He was struck by the exquisite workmanship; obviously, this was the work of a master sculptor. It was cut from what appeared to be solid obsidian and no detail was spared. Every hair, even the whiskers - although several of these appeared to have been broken off at some point - had been painstakingly chiseled from the cold rock. How had it been done? Len was no artist, but even he could appreciate the near impossibility of such a feat. The cat was depicted in a state of extreme fear. The back was arched, the fur bristled, and the face contorted in a snarl. Amazing, yes, but Len was tired. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, so he left the stone feline on the table and trudged back to his bed. He found sleep almost immediately, but

only 2 hours later Len was awoken once again to the terrifying screams. Len decided he had to know what was making these horrible sounds. Maybe it's just a wounded animal nearby he thought to himself. As reassuring this idea was to him, he knew those screams were louder and more frightful than any animal he has ever encountered. He got out of his warm cozy bed once more and slipped on his shoes. Again he ventured outside,this time watching his step carefully. With mixed emotions of curiosity and fear Len slowly made his way through the woods listening carefully for anymore of the strange shrieking.

[~Tszura~]

Okay, going to try to dust this one off a bit.....

Take it anywhere you want! Just 3 to 5 sentences is all that is needed

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About a half a mile deep into the woods, Len saw the flickering of bonfire. He walked towards it, and as he drew closer, he heard the horrible shrieks again. This time, though, in cadence with those screams he could also hear the muffled words of men. He was too close to turn back now.

[TronRP]

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About a half a mile deep into the woods, Len saw the flickering of bonfire. He walked towards it, and as he drew closer, he heard the horrible shrieks again. This time, though, in cadence with those screams he could also hear the muffled words of men. He was too close to turn back now.

Frozen in his tracks, his mind began to race with horrific images of possible events that could be taking place in such a secluded area. "Do I dare venture closer? Do I hide and try to wait this out? Does someone or something need my assistance?" The questions began bombarding his mind in dizzying rapid succession. He tried to make sense of it all as he felt himself compelled to approach the bonfire. With alarm in his eyes and great reluctance, he felt his body begin to move...

[EagleRose]

Frozen in his tracks, his mind began to race with horrific images of possible events that could be taking place in such a secluded area. "Do I dare venture closer? Do I hide and try to wait this out? Does someone or something need my assistance?" The questions began bombarding his mind in dizzying rapid succession. He tried to make sense of it all as he felt himself compelled to approach the bonfire. With alarm in his eyes and great reluctance, he felt his body begin to move...

almost against his will. He trudged forward through the darkness and the now thickening mud as the stench of fear filled his nostrils. "What am I doing?" He wondered aloud. "I have most definitely lost what's left of my mind."

Drawing nearer, the light from the bonfire illuminates the area before him.