The person above you will give you four obscure objects that you have to incorporate into a scene/short story! Try to make them as unrelated as possible!
The objects for the person below me are:
flip flops, lipstick, fire hydrant, bicycle
Example!
The words are: deodorant nickel book gun
“My breath doesn’t smell bad, does it? Do I smell?” She murmured dramatically, her eyebrows furrowing with worry.
She stared herself over in her mirror, turning around and inspecting every square inch of her body.
“Do you think this dress makes my butt look weird?”
Garrett looks up from his book, shaking his head slightly.
“The red one looked better. And you’re going to sweat, so,” He grabbed the stick of deodorant that was perched on her nightstand and tossed it to her.
“Okay, okay,” She watched the deodorant fly against her wall and hit the ground with a gentle thud.
“You know you can hand it to me next time,” She rolled her eyes, and by the time she looked back at him, he was lost in the pages of his novel.
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The clatter of silverware clashing and the cacophony of voices filled the air, the warmth of bodies clustered on the dance floor feeling somewhat suffocating as she slithered her way inside. She spotted him at a table, rising to his feet as they met eyes.
“You look great,” He mumbled nervously, a bashful smile taking his face as his cheeks took a deep red color.
“I—You too,” She nodded, just as nervously, carefully slipping into the booth in front of him.
“So, it’s been a while, eh?” He rapped his fingers against the wooden table, cautiously taking a sip of water and nearly spilling it over himself.
“Yeah, how has college treated you? Are you still playing volleyball?” She inquired thoughtfully, pulling the second glass beside her.
“Yeah! It’s been great,” His eyes lit up at the mention of volleyball. It was something familiar... it comforted him to know she’d remembered it. “So, you, you’re going into business, right?” He returned, leaning in as she began to speak.
“No, actually. I switched my major to literature,” She nodded, her eyes darting around the small 80’s themed restaurant. The dance floor was thinning a bit as people returned to their tables to delve into their meals.
His eyes followed her gaze to the dance floor and he rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up straight again. “Do you want to go dance? We can order later... if you want...” He blurts abruptly, feeling his palms begin to sweat.
“Sure!” She grins brightly, jumping at the chance to avoid the awkward conversation that was surfacing.
They make their way over to the jukebox and he digs through his pocket, pulling out a nickel.
“Oh— this probably won’t work—“ He grumbles, causing the girl to smile and watch as he dropped it back into his pocket, pulling out a shiny quarter. He dropped it into the machine, scrolling through the artists. He was nervous.. She could see it— damn, she could feel it too.
“There it is!” He beamed, his finger dropping on the screen with a satisfied smile on his expression.
Before the song started, she had already known what it was.
“Do you remember this song? When we’d come here on Fridays and—“
She quickly nodded. How could she forget? “—share those vanilla milkshakes near that window,” She gestured to an isolated corner of the shoppe, a fond look on her face as she recalled the event.
They began to dance and with every fleeting moment, she found herself entwined with the rich emotions and memories she had shared with this man.
They had begun to pull closer as the song came to a close before a loud slam was heard in the front of the establishment, a swarm of three buff men knocking down the door and pointing guns. They swiveled to spot every face before landing on the young pair.
She felt her heart begin to pound as they neared them, and she quickly realized their eyes focus on the man beside her.
“Ah shit, c’mon man, today? I’m on a date!”
He tossed her a sympathetic glance before reaching underneath his jacket and pulling out a gun as well, his glare rivaling the triplets surrounding the exits.
“You hide, alright? I’ll explain... as soon as possible.”
The words are: deodorant nickel book gun
“My breath doesn’t smell bad, does it? Do I smell?” She murmured dramatically, her eyebrows furrowing with worry.
She stared herself over in her mirror, turning around and inspecting every square inch of her body.
“Do you think this dress makes my butt look weird?”
Garrett looks up from his book, shaking his head slightly.
“The red one looked better. And you’re going to sweat, so,” He grabbed the stick of deodorant that was perched on her nightstand and tossed it to her.
“Okay, okay,” She watched the deodorant fly against her wall and hit the ground with a gentle thud.
“You know you can hand it to me next time,” She rolled her eyes, and by the time she looked back at him, he was lost in the pages of his novel.
—————————
The clatter of silverware clashing and the cacophony of voices filled the air, the warmth of bodies clustered on the dance floor feeling somewhat suffocating as she slithered her way inside. She spotted him at a table, rising to his feet as they met eyes.
“You look great,” He mumbled nervously, a bashful smile taking his face as his cheeks took a deep red color.
“I—You too,” She nodded, just as nervously, carefully slipping into the booth in front of him.
“So, it’s been a while, eh?” He rapped his fingers against the wooden table, cautiously taking a sip of water and nearly spilling it over himself.
“Yeah, how has college treated you? Are you still playing volleyball?” She inquired thoughtfully, pulling the second glass beside her.
“Yeah! It’s been great,” His eyes lit up at the mention of volleyball. It was something familiar... it comforted him to know she’d remembered it. “So, you, you’re going into business, right?” He returned, leaning in as she began to speak.
“No, actually. I switched my major to literature,” She nodded, her eyes darting around the small 80’s themed restaurant. The dance floor was thinning a bit as people returned to their tables to delve into their meals.
His eyes followed her gaze to the dance floor and he rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up straight again. “Do you want to go dance? We can order later... if you want...” He blurts abruptly, feeling his palms begin to sweat.
“Sure!” She grins brightly, jumping at the chance to avoid the awkward conversation that was surfacing.
They make their way over to the jukebox and he digs through his pocket, pulling out a nickel.
“Oh— this probably won’t work—“ He grumbles, causing the girl to smile and watch as he dropped it back into his pocket, pulling out a shiny quarter. He dropped it into the machine, scrolling through the artists. He was nervous.. She could see it— damn, she could feel it too.
“There it is!” He beamed, his finger dropping on the screen with a satisfied smile on his expression.
Before the song started, she had already known what it was.
“Do you remember this song? When we’d come here on Fridays and—“
She quickly nodded. How could she forget? “—share those vanilla milkshakes near that window,” She gestured to an isolated corner of the shoppe, a fond look on her face as she recalled the event.
They began to dance and with every fleeting moment, she found herself entwined with the rich emotions and memories she had shared with this man.
They had begun to pull closer as the song came to a close before a loud slam was heard in the front of the establishment, a swarm of three buff men knocking down the door and pointing guns. They swiveled to spot every face before landing on the young pair.
She felt her heart begin to pound as they neared them, and she quickly realized their eyes focus on the man beside her.
“Ah shit, c’mon man, today? I’m on a date!”
He tossed her a sympathetic glance before reaching underneath his jacket and pulling out a gun as well, his glare rivaling the triplets surrounding the exits.
“You hide, alright? I’ll explain... as soon as possible.”
The objects for the person below me are:
flip flops, lipstick, fire hydrant, bicycle
I was riding my bicycle down the road wearing only my swimming trunks and flip-flops. As I stopped by a fire hydrant for a drink of water, a meter-maid pulled up and got out of her cart and came up and gave me a swarming and a kiss. She said ‘no stopping here’ and drove off. It wasn’t until I got home that I saw her lipstick on my cheek.
Glass
Rain
Dress
Sidewalk
Glass
Rain
Dress
Sidewalk
Comment
Sorry it was short. If I’m going to spend time writing it will be in my RPs
The rain pitter-pattered against the window glass. A businesswoman rushes by in a bright red dress. The woman was soaked, but still trying to keep herself dry by using her purse as an umbrella. I was relieved to be viewing the scene from the safety of the cafe. There were a few stragglers on the sidewalk, trying to escape the rain. I soon got up and opened the door to the cafe and looked at the woman. “Here, let me walk you to where you’re going, I have an umbrella.” She have me a small smile. “Thanks.” She says, nodding.
Words:
Aliens
Milk
Sandals
Seaweed
Words:
Aliens
Milk
Sandals
Seaweed
8_Stars_8 wrote:
Words:
Aliens
Milk
Sandals
Seaweed
Aliens
Milk
Sandals
Seaweed
I was home alone that night, staying in my grandparents' house on the beach.
I hurried down the stairs, MP3 player in hand, heading for the kitchen to get myself a glass of milk. I took the jug out of the fridge, poured some into a glass cup, and made a beeline for the balcony, trying not to slop the liquid all over my toes like I had last time.
Putting the glass down onto a side table, I leaned back in my chair, popped my earbuds into my ears and gazed up at the stars, letting the distant sound of the ocean leak into the background of my favorite tunes.
But there was another sound. Something odd that I couldn't identify.
I paused the music and took them out again, straining my ears to hear over the roar of the waves. There was a strange, ongoing whine that sounded somewhere between a hum and a screech. It became louder and louder, then something hit the ocean with a loud splash.
I sat up suddenly, thoroughly spooked, and saw it. A large, shiny thing came to the surface, that I was sure hadn't been there before. Odd, sunset-colored lights pulsed from it, going around and around the craft as if in a ring. Several massive waves tossed it about, bringing it closer to shore.
I leaped nimbly to my feet, curiosity getting the better of me as I slipped on my sandals. I crept down the stairs and onto the beach, stealthily making my way out to the thing, which now lay on the shore, little waves lapping at it almost hungrily.
I reached out a hand to touch it, faltering slightly as it started whining and humming again in a jittery pattern, almost as if it was trying to speak to me.
I picked off a piece of seaweed, and rubbed the brine off what appeared to be the windshield. Inside, a small, purple creature with metallic skin was looking up at me with wide, pupil-less eyes.
WORDS:
Jewel
Glue
Lion
CD
WolfieTheDragon13 wrote:
Jewel
Glue
Lion
CD
Glue
Lion
CD
Scratching his face as he thought about what more he wanted to add, he unknowingly got a bit of the glue he'd been using, on his nose, before he finally had a 'eureka' moment. He gave the native warrior who was already part of the scene, a jewel-encrusted head-dress. The warrior was a noble man, a leader surveying the lands of his people, so of course he needed to show it to the world with such a fancy display!
WORDS:
Cantaloupe
Rat
Crown
Crowbar
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