Story Game

Hello Everyone,

I am starting a thread on the forum: Story Game. I will start with writing first 2 sentences of a story. Subsequent writers, taking cue from the lines posted by the previous story, can add maximum 2 sentences at a time to the story. There is no theme for the story, but please do not make it a mature content. The story will take turn depending on the perception of the writers.

Do you like the idea? Are you all ready to participate in this game.

Let's see what turns our story takes. [I am not giving any title to the story]

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In an apartment, somewhere in Mumbai, there lived a very shady and extremely irritated man. It seems as if that man had never laughed in his life.

This is an interesting game 

Thanks for the new thread 

Ok let me try to continue the story

In an apartment, somewhere in Mumbai, there lived a very shady and extremely irritated man. It seems as if that man had never laughed in his life.

 Nostalgia hits him so hard whenever he vehemently retrospect the incidents of that day. A gloomy day when his life became as if he was lost in the outer space, that day gives him chills, the nerves in his body wreak havoc, as the Genesis of the wounds had permeated his body and left immaculate marks deep into his soul.

Originally posted by: CarpediemRose

This is an interesting game 

Thanks for the new thread 

Ok let me try to continue the story

In an apartment, somewhere in Mumbai, there lived a very shady and extremely irritated man. It seems as if that man had never laughed in his life.

 Nostalgia hits him so hard whenever he vehemently retrospect the incidents of that day. A gloomy day when his life became as if he was lost in the outer space, that day gives him chills, the nerves in his body wreak havoc, as the Genesis of the wounds had permeated his body and left immaculate marks deep into his soul.

Thank you so much for participating in this game!! 

So here is my part:

Like every other human being, he too had a lovely family consisting of loving parents, dearest little sister, wonderful and supportive wife and two adorable twins boys. But just like a storm destroys everything in its path, that day completely shattered his life.

In an apartment, somewhere in Mumbai, there lived a very shady and extremely irritated man. It seems as if that man had never laughed in his life.

Nostalgia hits him so hard whenever he vehemently retrospect the incidents of that day. A gloomy day when his life became as if he was lost in the outer space, that day gives him chills, the nerves in his body wreak havoc, as the Genesis of the wounds had permeated his body and left immaculate marks deep into his soul.

Like every other human being, he too had a lovely family consisting of loving parents, dearest little sister, wonderful and supportive wife and two adorable twins boys. But just like a storm destroys everything in its path, that day completely shattered his life.

Here I am adding the next part

His biggest mistake in his life was getting the new cell phone. That cell phone costed him around 30% of his monthly salary.

Originally posted by: Astraea1306

In an apartment, somewhere in Mumbai, there lived a very shady and extremely irritated man. It seems as if that man had never laughed in his life.

Nostalgia hits him so hard whenever he vehemently retrospect the incidents of that day. A gloomy day when his life became as if he was lost in the outer space, that day gives him chills, the nerves in his body wreak havoc, as the Genesis of the wounds had permeated his body and left immaculate marks deep into his soul.

Like every other human being, he too had a lovely family consisting of loving parents, dearest little sister, wonderful and supportive wife and two adorable twins boys. But just like a storm destroys everything in its path, that day completely shattered his life.

Here I am adding the next part

His biggest mistake in his life was getting the new cell phone. That cell phone costed him around 30% of his monthly salary.

That cell phone wasn't any ordinary gadget, he had ever imagined, it was a product of the multi verse. The sole purpose of his affliction towards stress, poverty and lingering thoughts of death and life.

Originally posted by: CarpediemRose

That cell phone wasn't any ordinary gadget, he had ever imagined, it was a product of the multi verse. The sole purpose of his affliction towards stress, poverty and lingering thoughts of death and life.

That day, he was trying to call using his newly bought cell phone at his home landline phone. When the call got received, he became shocked as the voice he heard from the other end was completely unknown to him.

Originally posted by: Astraea1306

That day, he was trying to call using his newly bought cell phone at his home landline phone. When the call got received, he became shocked as the voice he heard from the other end was completely unknown to him.

The voice he heard teared down pearls of perspiration on his forehead because it was abated of any humanly tone or pitch or even emotional lexical fillers. He was succumbed by the voice over he heard from the other side, it was like a parallel universe, as if an alien cacophony of voices drummed his ears.

Originally posted by: CarpediemRose

The voice he heard teared down pearls of perspiration on his forehead because it was abated of any humanly tone or pitch or even emotional lexical fillers. He was succumbed by the voice over he heard from the other side, it was like a parallel universe, as if an alien cacophony of voices drummed his ears.

Hoping that probably his 3 year old daughter had put her speaking red doll on phone speaker, he asked hesitantly, "Ishi Gudiya, I...Is that you? Bete, can you please call your mumma." But one again he got those alien cacophony of voices in reply.

Originally posted by: Astraea1306

Hoping that probably his 3 year old daughter had put her speaking red doll on phone speaker, he asked hesitantly, "Ishi Gudiya, I...Is that you? Bete, can you please call your mumma." But one again he got those alien cacophony of voices in reply.

As the voice over appeared, he was twirled and pulled into another dimension. He was floating, suffocating, air had settled ties with him, his nostrils were blocked; his weight dropped tons, his exhaustion was peaked.

Originally posted by: CarpediemRose

As the voice over appeared, he was twirled and pulled into another dimension. He was floating, suffocating, air had settled ties with him, his nostrils were blocked; his weight dropped tons, his exhaustion was peaked.

And within few moments heavy blackness swept across his vision. Next time when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room which looked very similar to one he had seen in his History book in the chapter 'The French Revolution'.