My friends Tai, Saadi, Jamie and I have written these with only writing the next sentence based off the last sentence the person before them wrote. My sentences will be underlined, Saadi's will be bold, Jamie's will be normal, and Tai's will be italicized.
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Our world has been invaded, by an unseen enemy that takes ober the minds of the human host.
It happened so long ago that only the elders in the nursing homes that survived remember what actually happened on that day.
April 1945. The fires reached over the rooftops and consumed all of the oxygen in the air. America had shown how ruthless it could be that day.
Then President Stanely acted on order 646 which caused the flames to become cupcakes.
Velvet emitted purple flames while vanilla emitted white. It was a truly horrifying sight to behold.
"What is happening to us now?" the citizens asked, but the mayor could not answer the people.
He had burned, like so many others that day. People think the atom bomb was bad, bit so were the firebombs. The scent of charred flesh and the sounds of agonized screaming mixed with watching your little world brun makes an unforgettable memory.
But as your world fades, you see 1's and 0's take form around you as the simulation ends.
"Fastest time yet, ready to go back in realm 759 Mr. Numez?" a voice says as you adjust to a bright light searing your eyes.
"I mean I guess if that's what I'm needed to do," you say to the disembodied space reggae voice.
And thus, Bob Marley returned to the heavens, leaving you a copy of his final album.
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A Short Story Collection #Wattys2018
Short Story***NO LONGER RECEIVING NEW UPDATES; DISCONTINUED*** I'm in a writing class, and we do writing exercises where we write a short story in about fifteen minutes or less. I've decided to put together the short stories I've done on Wattpad. I've also r...
