Guys, this is a SUPER duper 360 degrees different post today.
Because technically it’s not a post. It’s a party.
Today, I’m going to give you one sentence, and you guys are gunna add on to it.
I came up with this idea and I was like: Well, this will be either super hilarious or a catastrophic fail. Sooo the only logical answer to it is…LET’S DO IT!
Sentence Starter:
“It doesn’t matter,” the dragon shrugged.
***NOTE: Anyone can respond first, but if we happen to get two people continuing this sentence two different ways around the same time WHO CARES! Let’s have different story lines careening around the comments! If just one person starts, feel free to reply to their message and get the ball rolling. I might hop into the comments and add a few things myself😆
*Although I doubt it will happen today, sometimes stories like these just need to tie off and end. If things are dragging or getting weird, resolve it quickly and end the story.
*Also feel free to reply more than once!
*And, finally, make sure what you comment is either starting off from the prompt sentence above, replying to someone else’s sentence, or continuing someone else’s sentence (you can leave your sentences open-ended if you want).
Have fun, go as crazy and creative as you can possibly be-I wanna see what you can think up! Don’t worry if it’s weird or random, that’s exactly what makes this thing hilariously awesome.
Now you guys GO GO GO!
It’s time to finish each other’s-
Wild Writing Dreams 
“In THIS universe dragons do exist.”
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“And you know what that means,”
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“I’m not going to give up until you admit that I exist.”
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The human huffed in reply and paced the length of the room.
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“I’m going to incinerate you anyway, laughing as you dissolve into flames.”
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The little marshmallow blinked, her eyes filling with tears, “But…but…”
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The marshmallow finally chocked, “I can be a great ally. Think about all those hard days when you need some sugar to brighten you up.”
The marshmallow paused. Perhaps it shouldn’t have brought that up, since most people actually eat the sugar on those days.
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The dragon paused, and gazed into the distance, stroking his non-existent beard, “You do have an excellent point,”
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Uh…..the marshmallow was lost on what to do. The dragon walked around his cave, knocking gold coins wherever his scaled feet stepped.
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The dragon began to plot, murmuring under his breath, “She could be a valid assist. What she says is true-she could brighten me up if I ever happen to fail a mission…which, of course, is highly unlikely.” *he clearly thinks of all the missions he’s failed* “Alright!” the dragon whipped around, facing the marshmallow, “I have made my decision!”
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The marshmallow sank back. “And…that…that is?” she stuttered. Her eyes darted around the cave, looking for an escape if things turned bad. She locked eyes with the dragon again, uncertain yet ready for his next words…
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“Never you mind….only time can tell.” The Dragon growled. He paced deliberately around the marshmallow. “You will see.”
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The marshmallow’s jaw dropped, “WHAATTT I HAVE TO LIVE IN SUSPENSE OF HOW I MIGHT DIE? I mean…uhm…what will you do with me in the meantime?”
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“Living in suspense means you don’t know what’s going to happen…so why should I tell you?” The dragon frowned, pausing to stare at the marshmallow.
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The marshmallow took on a methodical expression and stroked her chin in deep thought, “Huh. Fair enough.” She agreed, and then resumed internally freaking out.
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While the marshmallow was freaking out, a group of elves was sneaking around outside of the dragon’s cave. They had a mission and had followed the marshmallow here. You see, this was no ordinary marshmallow. It was their key to freeing their people from this dragon. Once and for all.
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“Bob, George, get back here!” the leader of the group of elves hissed, yanking two of his comrades backwards before they entered the dragon’s cave. The two giggled sheepishly before the leader gave them both death looks, which silenced them. “We have to do this with STEALTH. Meaning: we are NOT walking through the front door.”
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The three elves walked to the side of the cave where a hole in the rock nested above them. The leader of the group guided them as they scrambled up the side to the hole. He slipped through it with ease, landing onto a narrow ledge. Below them the thirty-foot long dragon paced the floor. Now they had to find the marshmallow…
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Meanwhile the marshmallow was watching as the dragon paced across the room, internally screaming at the world for her cruel fate. “What’s got you so agitated?” the forgotten human hissed. “Well, that’s just the thing! I DON’T KNOW!” cried the poor marshmallow. “The dragon looks like he’s plotting to eat me! To make his day better! Normally I’d agree that that would be a great idea but…. well a dragon’s stomach is not such a great place to be!” The human obviously at a loss for words slowly backed away from the hyperventilating marshmallow.
Meanwhile…..
The elves were working continually to find a back entrance. (Perhaps to the kitchen. Bob was hungry.) Until at last they found something…
A menacing black door….
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“Wrong way, Bob!” the leader hissed, yanking Bob away from the black door. “The marshmallow’s down there,” he pointed to the marshmallow who was tied to a miniature chair. Bob looked back and forth between the marshmallow and door. His eyes were turning slightly glazed and he was drooling a bit. Most likely, the leader assumed, there was food behind that door.
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“Hmmmmm….I wonder how much more gold I can stuff into my pockets?” Thought George, his green vest’s pockets already bulging as he carefully picked up coin after coin that had been shed from the dragon’s hide. “Finders keepers. Loosers weepers!” Suddenly, George had the eeriest feeling that he was being watched….
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Suddenly, George looked down and saw the dragon’s fierce eyes on him and heard the marshmallow’s whimpering. “George…!” the leader said, exasperated. “What?” the clueless elf said. “You’ve been stuffing your pockets with gold?!?!” the leader hissed.
“You know that a dragon’s gold is enchanted. Right?” Bob said with mock seriousness.
“THIEVES!!!” the dragon roared.
“Run…” Bob said in a scared high pitched voice and all three of them ran toward the dark and menacing black door. And opened it to find… A KITCHEN!!!!
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“PIT-STOP!” Bob screeched as he barrelled to the right.
“Bob, get BACK here!” the leader screamed as he and George ran to the left. There was a singular suspended moment of silence, with only the elves’ footsteps and George’s gold spilling from his pockets echoing through the kitchen before the dragon exploded through the wall.
Meanwhile, back in the other room, two elves not from the team crept up behind the marshmallow as she wailed, “What about ME?”. The other two elves who were part of the team began racing towards the marshmallow as they realized: their arch-enemy was here. Their cousins, the only other elf colony on the planet. And they were trying to steal the marshmallow too.
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Unsheathing their swords, the two elves sprang in front of their cousins, their faces masked in cold fury. “The marshmallow belongs to us!” one of them cried, twirling the tip of his blade menacingly in his enemies’ faces.
The evil elves laughed. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure the marshmallow is ours,” said one of them casually, taking a slow step towards the marshmallow, who lay in a quivering heap on the floor. “If you want it, I guess you’ll have to fight us. But I wouldn’t do that, because we’ll probably end up killing you.”
“Oh, will you?” shrieked the first elf, shoving off the ground with a wild cry. Wind whistled past his ears as he descended in slow motion towards his enemies, blade poised for the kill….
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…his enemies side-stepped, and all three of them watched as the elf collided with the wall. His companion shook his head, “Frank, you need to aim better.”
“Ow,” was Frank’s reply.
The two evil elves then whipped back to face Frank’s companion, Tyler, who in turn lifted his blade with shaking hands, “Look. The marshmallow is the key to freeing everyone from the dragon’s command. If we work together, we could defeat him together, and we can all be happy again.”
The two evil elves glanced at each other. For a moment, Tyler thought that they seemed to be considering his wise words of wisdom, until the two both threw back their heads and evil cackled (their cousins were widely known for their very good cackle). “We can never work together!” they screeched.
“Why not?” Tyler demanded, his sweaty hands making it hard to keep hold of his blade.
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“Because,” snapped one of the evil elves, like it was obvious, “the marshmallow is CLEARLY OURS.” With this statement, he sprang forward, snatched the marshmallow up, and sprinted away out of the room, followed by his companion, who released a mad, shrieking laugh. For a moment, Tyler and Frank gaped at one another, then they regained their senses and took off in hot pursuit. They could hear the footsteps of their cousins up ahead, but each time they seemed to be gaining ground, the footsteps faded again. At last, they rounded a corner. Both of them gasped in horror and slid to an abrupt halt.
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Their cousins were not, in fact, cackling anymore, but were now shrieking in terror as the dragon from the kitchen exploded out of the wall, money and food flying out, along with the leader and George who were screaming very high-pitched as they evaded the dragon’s claws. Tyler and Frank wasted no time in joining the soprano screaming group and practically tripped over one another trying to get away.
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In their rush, Frank wasn’t looking where he was headed and tripped into a hole in the cave’s floor. Before he knew it, he was sliding down a steep and dark tunnel, uncertain of what lay ahead…
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“Frannkkkkk!” Tyler wailed as he continued to sprint away from the roaring dragon.
“Tylerrrrr, I’m sorryyy, I mis-steppedddd!” Frank’s called, his voice already becoming faint.
Tyler made a mental note to remember that among the list of things Frank could not do right (which so far included the need to aim his sword attacks better and learn how to sing on key) he now added ‘the need to watch his step’.
Tyler nodded thoughtfully as he continued running. Yes, he would have to tell that to Frank whenever he saw him again. IF he saw him again…
Tyler commenced his off-pitched screaming.
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Meanwhile the poor little marshmallow was whimpering her head off. The evil elves held her in a tight grip and the high pitched screaming was REALLY hurting her ears. Just then a giant clawed hand snatched the evil elf that was holding her and threw him and the poor marshmallow into the same pit that Frank had fallen into. As they reached the bottom of the pit the little marshmallow cried out for help but received it from the most unlikely creature… An underground Troll (Whose name was Marty. But that’s not relevant.) And the poor marshmallow regretted calling for help as soon as she saw him…
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“Why, hello,” Marty grinned, which looked very evil due to his sharp teeth. “You must be a friend! Those other guys who came down here weren’t friends. They screamed like girls so I had to knock them unconscious. The noise was hurting my head.”
The marshmallow gave a shaky nod, “I-I agree, the shrieking was…not pleasant.” she gave a little laugh which ended up becoming a whimper.
The two were silent for a moment, except for muffled screams heard from above. Dirt and rocks fell from the ceiling as the dragon barrelled across it above ground.
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“Is there a way out of here,” the marshmallow whispered, uncertain if Marty would let her escape. She had to get away from this cave and dragon before it was too late.
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“Why, yes, there is,” Marty grinned again, his teeth magically gleaming even though there was no sun anywhere. “I happen to know a hidden exit. The the only thing is…why do you want to leave? We’re friends now!” The marshmallow internally wilted. This situation was literally not different from the others. …that is, unless she could figure out a way to get the troll to take her to the exit.
Meanwhile, above Marty and the marshmallow…
Bob, George, the leader, and Tyler sprinted and tripped through the tunnels alongside the one remaining evil elf (who’s names were Justin but that was irrelevant). “B-boss!” Tyler wailed over the screams of the group, “Frank tripped down a hole!”
“And my brother Jake fell down it with the marshmallow!” Justin wailed.
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