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dessa14
01-02-2004, 14:25
A new circular story like those ones you may have had camping with mates where you say a part of the story the way you like it and pass it on to the next person who then posts directly after.

Rules:
1: the story must remain linear
2: the story must not turn foul such as including profane words (swear words)
3:Try to make it, make sense
4: be original (this means that while you might make a 60s spy story do not make it a replica of the first james bond)
5:try to keep the story as a continuation of the last persons post (twists are allowed) The story must not change themes like changing from a sci-fi to a medieval fantasy without explaining why.

i will go later and stay in line with others.
thanks dessa

dessa14
01-06-2004, 06:55
it was one frosty day in July, in Madrid when the strange russian man came in and said Boy it's cold out there, nothing like moscow and our 40 degree celsius winters but then the queenslander emerged from the corner in his big fur coat and rat skin hat, to eye down the russian in stereotypical russian clothing (you know shorts, holey T-Shirt and plugger). yes, i know you agent jim is what the australian whispered, as he reached for the secret KGB documents under his coat. After a long rustle the australian handed the papers over to the YOBBO's patrol's worst agent (after all he wasn't from Volgagrad, he can't be a very good yobbo outside Volgagrad).
the russian spoke to the australian and he said so did you see the test last week, mate at that moment the australian turned his back and left the pub and went back to the frigid land of australia...

A PARODY, NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.
THANKS DESSA
(to clear up any confusion over the volgagrad bit it is compared to melbourne.)

Chimpyang
01-11-2004, 11:13
Tucking the paper firmly into his shirt pocket agent jim watched him go and after downing a beer, followed him out. Outside, the streets were busy with people, out to enjoy the cold. Nobody noticed jim as he limped down a back alley, nobody that is except Agent Iain,
Dammit Iain whispered to himself, why's he wearing a magneta shirt, soooo last year's colours........