Forum Three-Items My favorite game

Each person writes A sentance in a story


TO start:



One day, while checking Writer's Cafe, I came across a review.

I don't even remember what it said, exactly; all i recall was the blinding heat of rage crawling through my veins and the blood trickling from the holes
my nails were making in my skin.

I sat and thought: I must be going mad, why would anyone be so mean?

The guy with the predictable little Shakespeare pseudonym told me I didn't have a snowman's chance in hell at being a writer, and that I'd obviously not had any schooling in the matter.

Ha! Shows what he knows, I said to myself as I looked at the yellowing certificate on the wall.

Then I look at my kitten and say, she'd have a chance is hell, she is my little black snowball.

"Ah, my inspiring little fiend," I said softly, "lets show this jerk what we're really made of and watch his puny little head spin."

so I take my kitten and sit her on my lap, writing him a response

Suddenly, my little black kitten clears her throat, looks straight at my eyes, and says...

"Why reply? Let's kill him!"

but I just laugh at my kitty's silliness and write the poor sod an angry letter, accusing him of being sadistic. As I await his reply, I go out for a quick picnic lunch, consisting of

cucumbers, celery and carrots, but I stopped for a cheeseburger on the way home::drool::.

But there was something wrong with the cheeseburger... the taste, it wasn't right at all.

It was gooey and there was something hard in it as I bit down.

Thinking about when my best freind told me to stop eating meat, I noticed that it was a small piece of cow testicle which had not been properly ground before being made into the hamburger. "Oh well" I said, "that's part of the cow, too."
Swallowing the last of the dead flesh sandwich, I decided to return home.

I made it home just in time to take the last of the pepto before I spewed. I sat back at the computer and thought about that jerk who left that bad review.

It was then that I actually began to consider my kitten's blood-thirsty ways.

I sat down with my kitty, wondered what she was thinking at this moment and how would I start getting this jerk back.

It then hit me that If I wanted to get my revenge, than I would need to locate him. So I clicked on the link to his Myspace profile to find as much personal info as possible.

What I found on there was shocking, I couldn't believe he would have that on his profile.