The Sentance Game
 

something may have been done like this, but not from what i have found. lets play a game. i'm gonna start off with a sentance, and someone has to write the next sentance...lets make a huge story out of this, all you have to do is copy and paste the previous posters entry, and continue with it from there...this can go in many fun and twisted directions. lets keep it imaginative and fun. Some rules though, 1. No more than 3 sentances. 2. have fun.

--=start of story=--

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.
"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

**off topic**
(laughs this is getting too damn funny)

** on topic**

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell, Steve kicked him . Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve regained consciousness several hours later. He could feel something sticky all over his body and peered down at his torso. It appeared as though his entire body had been dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar.

*note*

Probably don't have to restate entire story each time.

whiteout...restating the story each time, allows the reader to go to the last post, and not have to sift through things, like my comment earlier, or either one of these two posts, they gan go and add on right from the end, and this way you can see who wrote what.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve regained consciousness several hours later. He could feel something sticky all over his body and peered down at his torso. It appeared as though his entire body had been dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar.

Steve immediatly got up,and wondered where he was and why he was alone,He raised his sticky had to his head and touched the gash that the pot(and Amy) had given to him earlier,He yelled for Amy but there was no reply,His voice echoed back at him and he was feeling quite unfamiliar with his surroundings,could it be that he was inside of a...

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve regained consciousness several hours later. He could feel something sticky all over his body and peered down at his torso. It appeared as though his entire body had been dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar.

Steve immediatly got up,and wondered where he was and why he was alone,He raised his sticky had to his head and touched the gash that the pot(and Amy) had given to him earlier,He yelled for Amy but there was no reply,His voice echoed back at him and he was feeling quite unfamiliar with his surroundings,could it be that he was inside of a...

new Starbucks they had just built across the street. Apparantly Amy has been seceretly working with the Starbucks corporation to figure out a new flavor of coffee. Coincedentally it was called brown sugar steve butter nuts! He would be the first of many tests. The most shocking part of all of this was that he had a growth in his..........

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve regained consciousness several hours later. He could feel something sticky all over his body and peered down at his torso. It appeared as though his entire body had been dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar.

Steve immediatly got up,and wondered where he was and why he was alone,He raised his sticky had to his head and touched the gash that the pot(and Amy) had given to him earlier,He yelled for Amy but there was no reply,His voice echoed back at him and he was feeling quite unfamiliar with his surroundings,could it be that he was inside of a...

new Starbucks they had just built across the street. Apparantly Amy has been seceretly working with the Starbucks corporation to figure out a new flavor of coffee. Coincedentally it was called brown sugar steve butter nuts! He would be the first of many tests. The most shocking part of all of this was that he had a growth in his..........

left breast,no WTF, not a growth,..it IS his breast. His head spinning from the thought, confused he looks around. There on the table a small bottle with a syringe stuck in the top setting next to an empty Starbucks mug. He squints to read the label : ESTROGEN 500 mg.

Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.

"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.

Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.

Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"

Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....

It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.

Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.

With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.

"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.

Amazingly, Steve survived the tragic fall out a window of the Winnebago, he came around the front of the winnebago like a raging cougar, naked, and punched Clint in the throat.

Now Steve knew for sure Clint was the one banging his girlfriend while he was at work. As Clint fell to the ground, Steve kicked him a couple times. Just then he turned to see Amy swinging a pot at his head.

Amy had pretty good aim, Steve had to admit, with a solid THUNK the pot hit Steve's head.

Steve regained consciousness several hours later. He could feel something sticky all over his body and peered down at his torso. It appeared as though his entire body had been dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar.

Steve immediatly got up,and wondered where he was and why he was alone,He raised his sticky had to his head and touched the gash that the pot(and Amy) had given to him earlier,He yelled for Amy but there was no reply,His voice echoed back at him and he was feeling quite unfamiliar with his surroundings,could it be that he was inside of a...

new Starbucks they had just built across the street. Apparantly Amy has been seceretly working with the Starbucks corporation to figure out a new flavor of coffee. Coincedentally it was called brown sugar steve butter nuts! He would be the first of many tests. The most shocking part of all of this was that he had a growth in his..........

left breast,no WTF, not a growth,..it IS his breast. His head spinning from the thought, confused he looks around. There on the table a small bottle with a syringe stuck in the top setting next to an empty Starbucks mug. He squints to read the label : ESTROGEN 500 mg.

Meanwhile, Amy and Clint sat in another Starbucks sipping hot dark coffee. As Amy set down her glass, her eyes met Clint's. Staring deeply into her light brown eyes, his deep voice uttered the words, "