A Story...

Démarré par Thomas, 02 Juin 2007 18:40

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Thomas

Something that I think is fun to do is to make a group story, sentence by sentence. This is kinda like Martin's "suite de mot" in that for it to be interesting, lots of people need to contribute. Everybody reads the other sentences, and then adds one to the end, so that it all makes one giant story. For example:

Person 1: "I woke up at 9 o'clock this morning."
Person 2: "Because school started at 8, I would be late."
Person 3: "I decided to just go back to sleep."

But hopefully our story will be more interesting than that one! I'll start...

"One night, when I was walking home, I met a strange old man."
Hello, and welcome to Apprendre l'anglais.
Bonjour, et bienvenue à Apprendre l'anglais.

Martin

I continue  ;D

"This strange hold man told me : "Follow-me and don't speak". I felt his weapon in my back . . ."

mannimal

His voice wasn't unknown to me...

Martin

The stress which it exerted on me made me say anything . . .

Le stress qu'il exerçait sur moi me faisait dire n'importe quoi . . .

caroline

I started to be afraid...

Flo

 I suppose, I am in a new room, I  drunk to much yesterday

Thomas

There was a little window in the room, but I couldn't see outside because it was dirty.
Hello, and welcome to Apprendre l'anglais.
Bonjour, et bienvenue à Apprendre l'anglais.

CrazyJo

The man stopped to walk and charged his gun.

Flo

He smiles also, and looks behind him

Martin

It considering then the police

Paeleben

"Not yet" he tought.

Then, he saied me: "First, I would like you to answer me at some questions."
I knew it was a matter of life and death but I wondered if i should say the truth considering the lot he reserved me...


"Pas encore" pensa-t-il.
Ensuite, il me dit ceci : "J'aimerais d'abord que vous me répondiez à quelques questions."
Je savais que c'était une question de vie ou de mort et me demandais si je devais dire la vérité vu le sort qu'il me réservait...
Listen to the silence which swings at your ear...

Bettina

i have gooseflesh and i ask me: is it a night-mare or the reality.Then i heard a dangerous dog. . .