It's a fun game, actually, and the rules are very simple:
1) Each post should only be one sentence long. If you absolutely can't get it all into one sentence, then use two, but keep it short.
2) You may post as many times as you like, but you must wait for somebody else to post before you can do so again. (You can't post two times in a row.)
3) Remain on topic. This does not mean that you have to follow a strict storyline of any sort, but keep your contribution at least tangentially relate to the previous few.
4) Try to make it interesting.
I'll begin:
The shout penetrated my sleep, but I soon made it part of my dream.
Your turn!
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It fitted perfectly into the odd sequence of events which at that moment seemed to be passing before my eyes.
The war, the invaders, children screaming, soldiers marcdhing and shouting in a language I could not understand..I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming or not.
Oh yes! And those alabaster hands hanging in the air like a curse..I woke up from this nightmare in a cold sweat.
Geez! What the heck!
All of a sudden, still sweating all over, I knew..I just knew that shout was not part of my psychedelic dream.
But right now I could only here the clock in the living room ticking away the hours...
Four o'clock! Now the shout rang out louder than before. This time it was impossible to deceive myself about it.
I sat up in bed with a start. After a few seconds had passed, I dimly realised that someone was shouting in the street.
It was the shout of a woman, an angry woman or so she sounded.I ran to the window.
Now that in the early morning it was covered with snow, the street looked like a great white page waiting for the imprint of future footsteps. The writing of the past - the torn autumn leaves, the marks of countless hurrying feet had been washed away.
It was still snowing when I looked out of the window. The street was empty and silent, yet I was sure that shout wasn't part of my dream!
From the corner of my eye, I could now make out the figure of a woman dressed in a large overcoat. A hat was pulled down over her eyes and very little of her face could be seen
Her angry shouts had now given way to loud sobs.
I felt a sudden urge to go up to her and give her a big hug.
But that was only a crazy thought, so I went back to bed.
Soon it was day-time again, and people went about their work as if nothing had happened, as if that shout had never pierced the night.
It was still snowing when the alarm went off. Not a sound could be heard. I tried to go off to sleep but could not.
I dreaded the moment I'd hear that shout again.
Then, as if I had made up my mind about something, I passed into a deep slumber.
I was determined to forget all about the shout and that strange woman sobbing in the middle of the street.
Yet that weird sequence of events would haunt me again- children screaming, soldiers marching and a galloping horse which had stopped somewhere, reared on its hind legs,and instead of whinnying, it had shouted.
"Xo!Xo!Xo! Merry Christmas, sleepy head!" James shouted out joyfully. Only then did I realise that it was Christmas Day and I had been suffering from a severe hangover, with all its unexpected consequences,since the party on Christmas Eve!
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