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Add to the Story



geoffreak
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95 posts
Storytelling is an art as well, so here is the add-on story thread.

Rules:
- You are to continue telling the story as it left off in the post before you.
- You are allowed to write a maximum of 4 sentences to tell your part of the story.
- You can't add story twice in a row. Please let at least 2-3 people submit before adding again.
- Don't edit or delete posts already in the story. It would ruin the continuity!
- Please keep it PG. No orgies, thanks.



And the story begins...


My axe rests on the floor. "All is well" I say as I drink the remainder of my soup. I use my hand to wipe a drip off my face as I hear a knock at the door. "Open up!" demands the voice.
kilthmal
Smallpicicon
44 posts
"Who's there?" I enquire.

"Banana," says the voice.

"Banana who?"

There is more knocking on the door.
Jizzle
Redgunnerkriggavatarfc2
69 posts
I rise to answer the insistent knocking but stop half way to the door, suspicion creeping up on me. Bananas don't have hands, which are required for door knocking. Even if they did, bananas are far too soft and fleshy a fruit to make the hard, ringing sounds emanating from my door. And hey! bananas aren't exactly known for their command of the English language either.
russgold
Daniel1
120 posts
Having logically deduced that my visitor is in fact not a banana, I reach for the doorknob in confidence. No fake banana is going to fool me! Then I realize that there was no answer to my last question.
geoffreak
Av-10387
95 posts
I turn the handle and the door creaks open. There were two men dressed in banana suits standing before me. "What do you want?" I ask as I pick up my axe. I watch the two men closely as one turns to look at the other and nods.
middlerun
Randomsecondpanel
169 posts
"Happy Birthday to you..." they begin, launching into a song and dance routine. It continues for several minutes. It is horrible. Suddenly I notice a brown parcel on the ground.
Daszard
Default-avatar
48 posts
After carefully poking the parcel with my ax, eliciting strange looks from the still dancing bananas (who are they to speak!), I settle the weapon against the door jam and pick up the package. It's damp on the bottom; a bit of brown wrapping is left behind stuck, presumably, to the ground. The smeared logo of an unfamiliar store stares up at me from the door mat. Who wraps packages in old paper bags nowadays?
Jizzle
Redgunnerkriggavatarfc2
69 posts
As I reach down to pick up the parcel, one of the banana-men's knees slams up into my face. I hear the crunch of my nose snapping and feel my axe fall from my grip. My vision is blurred, but I can still see one of the nose breaking mothe******rs shaking his head in disgust as he says, "I can't believe he fell for the parcel and bananas trick. What a loser."
geoffreak
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95 posts
I awaken in a small, dark room no larger than my kitchen. I couldn't believe that I fell for the parcel and bananas trick as it was mentioned every day in my training. I groggily make my way towards the only light source I can see, the tiny opening underneath the door. The opening is large enough for me to see the legs of the two men in banana suits as they are approached by a man in a hooded cloak.
kilthmal
Smallpicicon
44 posts
The cloaked man utters a simple two words and waves a wand. There is a flash of green light and the banamen crumple. FINALLY the months that I've spent studying Harry Potter slashfic is going to come into its own. Ethel didn't know what she was talking about.
middlerun
Randomsecondpanel
169 posts
He walks up to the door and opens it. "Are you the one they call the Mighty Vegetable?" he says. "Indeed," I say. He grins and says, "you are coming with me."


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