The rules are simple, you get 2 words from the person above you and you write a story as long as you want on those 2 words but after the story you leave 2 words behind for the next person to do the same.
The next person must also rate the story and help the person before with any grammatical errors etc.
I'll go first: circus, killer
The next person must also rate the story and help the person before with any grammatical errors etc.
I'll go first: circus, killer
American Horror Story: Freak Show.
(EDIT) This was a joke.
(EDIT) This was a joke.
He did it again. His hands were cover in blood and he still had the murder weapon in his hand "why am I so weak? " he asked himself now in tears while looking at the woman who was dead on the floor.
He decided crying about it wasn't going to help his cause, so he did what he had to and started a hole; he was lucky in his rage he picked to atack her in a very dense forest, now there was no way someone could see him, even less in the middle of the night, actually, he was suprise how she unconsciously ran into those woods, maybe it was a bad instinct reaction, she by no way could had thought straight while a sinister huge man cross her way with a knife while being all alone.
He didn't wanted to be a killer, he just was, he couldn't help it; every time he saw a blond woman as beautiful as she was, he felt the need of having them, in fact, if she had agreed he wouldn't be digging her grave right now, but they always say no, and this time he could have sworn he felt a connection, she was between the public watching his act, she did laugh, he just didn't understand, he didn't thought he actually will had to use the knife on her.
There was no use in regreting, she was in the ground now, only thing that was left was cleaning the blood and durt from his clown clothing and get back to the circus; the show must go on.
My words are: Princess and pregnant
He decided crying about it wasn't going to help his cause, so he did what he had to and started a hole; he was lucky in his rage he picked to atack her in a very dense forest, now there was no way someone could see him, even less in the middle of the night, actually, he was suprise how she unconsciously ran into those woods, maybe it was a bad instinct reaction, she by no way could had thought straight while a sinister huge man cross her way with a knife while being all alone.
He didn't wanted to be a killer, he just was, he couldn't help it; every time he saw a blond woman as beautiful as she was, he felt the need of having them, in fact, if she had agreed he wouldn't be digging her grave right now, but they always say no, and this time he could have sworn he felt a connection, she was between the public watching his act, she did laugh, he just didn't understand, he didn't thought he actually will had to use the knife on her.
There was no use in regreting, she was in the ground now, only thing that was left was cleaning the blood and durt from his clown clothing and get back to the circus; the show must go on.
My words are: Princess and pregnant
Who knew that this would happen, nothing ever seemed to go her way. Elodie threw the test into the garbage, two pink lines. Gosh that was a wretched way to find anything out.
She paced back an forth in front of her large gold trimmed vanity. When would she start to show, who would first notice, what if she was at a party when they noticed, and what if someone asked who the father was? All these questions buzzes through her mind at light speed, and it all made her sick to her stomach. Although, it could always be morning sickness.
She took a deep breathes and walked out of the bathroom, her powder blue dress flowing with every step as she walked down the large ivory hallway. Her crystal green eyes were dry and bright, even though she felt absolutely terrible on the inside. But she must be strong, it doesn't matter how you feel, only how you look.
She stopped and stood before the large balcony doors, heart heart beating out of her chest. That's when the trumpet sounded and the advisers voice loudly announced.
"Elodie James, Princess of Amoura."
The crowd went crazy as she walked out onto the balcony and waved. She waved to let them know at appreciated them, and waved to show them she was here. She would always be here, no matter what, no matter who.
My words are: Goose and Gymnast
She paced back an forth in front of her large gold trimmed vanity. When would she start to show, who would first notice, what if she was at a party when they noticed, and what if someone asked who the father was? All these questions buzzes through her mind at light speed, and it all made her sick to her stomach. Although, it could always be morning sickness.
She took a deep breathes and walked out of the bathroom, her powder blue dress flowing with every step as she walked down the large ivory hallway. Her crystal green eyes were dry and bright, even though she felt absolutely terrible on the inside. But she must be strong, it doesn't matter how you feel, only how you look.
She stopped and stood before the large balcony doors, heart heart beating out of her chest. That's when the trumpet sounded and the advisers voice loudly announced.
"Elodie James, Princess of Amoura."
The crowd went crazy as she walked out onto the balcony and waved. She waved to let them know at appreciated them, and waved to show them she was here. She would always be here, no matter what, no matter who.
My words are: Goose and Gymnast
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