Write a story team building Exercise

Muppet Man

Hi folks, I am running a team building "write a story" exercise for a bit of fun. Everyone will write one sentence to maintain the story. Its just a bit of mindless fun. I need a good opening sentence to get the ball rolling. Something descriptive, and open and gives room for people to respond. Can be any theme from science fiction, to murder mystery. Any suggestions.

Thanks
Muppet man

gerrybbadd

As he trudged on through the mud, his path lit only by moonlight, with an aching arm, he thought to himself "I never expected a severed head to weigh quite so much".

nthclare

The Burren is a lonely place, it's peppered in wedge tomb's, limestone valleys and hills, hazel woods and goats, and stories of ghost's and acrobatic bats, lizards and rare flora.

nthclare

Luckily for him the full moon combined with the lunar landscape eluminuated the dank, wet boreen ahead of him...

Shlipping and shlopping up to his ankles in cowsh1t and mud his head full of fear and the stink of death in the air.

He thought he was at a formal meeting of the forgotten druid's, but they're alive and well and not forgotten....

Tree's arching over the boreen, reminds him of surfing through Aileen's wave below the cliff's of moher...

Now he's running from a different Aileen and she wants him dead....

He should have never acquainted himself with dark magic and that bitch...

nthclare

It all started in 1999.

Kylta

Wang-chu pushed his hand further and further into the hole. The hole itself was situated in the centuries old city wall that once surrounded the old city of Wuhan. Wang-chu extended his fingers now in the hope that he would find some long lost hidden treasure. It was then that he felt a sharp pain, he instantly withdrew his hand, it was then that he noticed the bite marks, was it a rat or maybe a bat bite he had gotten. Wang-chu's hand began to throb as he went in seach of a doctor

nthclare

On his way to the doctor he passed by an attractive looking Goth like westerner wearing a sepeltura t-shirt...

And she had a bag of bats and in her arms a black cat.

Kylta

The throbbing in wang-chu's hand was growing stronger. To take his mind of the pain he began to hum a song from his childhood. The song was about food and suddenly wang-chu began to feel very hungry, it was then that he noticed the young lady all dressed in black with her bag full of cats. It was then that wang-chu done something totally out of character. He lounged at the lady with the black attire and bit her nose off

Kylta

nthclare wrote: »

On his way to the doctor he passed by an attractive looking Goth like westerner wearing a sepeltura t-shirt...

And she had a bag of bats and in her arms a black cat.

Are you the attractive looking goth cat lady in the story?

nthclare

No my lady, that's your character

Kylta

nthclare wrote: »

No my lady, that's your character

Why am I the lady, she just got her nose bit off

nthclare

Suddenly he woke up in a cold sweat in his thatched farm house in Kilfenora and outside the frost was lining the inside of the window and the lonely hawthorn tree outside had dropped the last of its leaves...now it's gone dormant.

He went to the bathroom which was cold, that's the way he likes to wake up, in a cold house.

After all he's a hardy country man, the cold doesn't bother him.
He lives a rural early 20th century lifestyle, left the city life in favour of a life of solitude.

Gave up the drink and drug's and found the hallowed ground he craved for.

As he cups his hands into the cold water and splashes it on his face, seeing his reflection and his tattoo is nearly healed, lighthouse and a wave crashing over it...
He dried off his face and slipped into his Birkenstocks, checked magic seaweed for the swell direction.
South Western swell at 4 ft 16 seconds offshore breeze and clear skies 8 Celsius...

Down the hallway, the spare room still not cleaned out, the cat called warlock licking his wounds from his usual fight with the local tom.

Pile of bills on the floor, wetsuit hanging by the window,still a bit damp from the last outing.

Heading into the kitchen and there's a basket of turf beside the good old Stanley range, a few old religious pictures of Jesus and Mary on the walls.
He likes the traditional look in his home.

The red kettles full up from the night before,so he pops the switch and enjoys the rumble of the bubbling water and steam piping...

There's orange juice in the fridge, porridge oats in the cupboard and some fruit in the bowl.

The roof still has a slight leak but he's good with his hands so that's this evening's project.

Let's turn on the radio and those sturdy Bowers and Wilkinson speaker's start to warm up, as his trusty Yamaha amplifier light's up... in tangent with the kettle clicking to boiling point.

Marty in the morning, lyric FM is tuned in , I don't listen to 2fm or any other broadcast media with middle class jocks and gannets spewing out propaganda and entrancing the masses with bull****.

Toast pop's up, and the range is lit...

Is that mouse droppings on the table, no it's just damp coffee grain's solidified on to the table cloth.

For a masculine rugged guy he lives in an old farmhouse which could have been decorated by his grandmother Maggie.
Old style colours, greens, pinks and blues.

Living in the present with a sprinkle of the past.

Kylta

gerrybbadd wrote: »

As he trudged on through the mud, his path lit only by moonlight, with an aching arm, he thought to himself "I never expected a severed head to weigh quite so much".

He cursed the head not because if the weigh but because of the memory. He had brought
Turlogh into the village, spoke up to the elders, guaranteed his honesty, his virtue. He swung the bag with the head of the ground violently. What had Turlogh done with his new friends, his new family, his new life. He had cursed his good to friend, he swung the bag with more venom now. He robbed the from the village his new family, when he was to be question he fled but before he fled, he raped and murder Aine, a lass of only nine summers. The elders gave him three days to bring Turlogh or his head back to the village has proof of justice. His thoughts now turned to his family once again, if this head
is not place on a pole in the middle of the green the heads of his mother, his wife and his children will take is place. He was growing tired now but he would push on

Muppet Man

Thx folks. I was actually only after the first line two - not full stories

But thanks for the responses. I got some good ideas from that.

Kylta

He spit blood, snots and some form of sh¡t from the side of his mouth, he pulled his knees into his chest and managed to pull himself into the foetal position moaning to himself" fu©king stag party's."