Three Word Story

by **Pyrocensored** on Sun Jan 18, 2009 2:04 pm

okay, this started on an airline forum a few years back. The forum was closed down, so here is the new one. Im exited to see how this one goes.

The game is that we start a story, and every person adds three words to it. so lets say I wrote down "one day I" and someone else puts down "was walking past" and someone else puts "the sushi bar" and the next person puts "when suddenly it" , and well, you get the point. That was just an example.

Be Creative!!!

The only rules are:

1) you cannot post twice in a row

2) you cannot end it...

3) when you post, copy what the person before you has typed, and THEN add to it, so its easier to follow. (just the story)
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Okay, so here it goes!

Back when I...

by **Phoenix** on Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:02 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I...

Lived in darkness...

by **Pyrocensored** on Sun Jan 18, 2009 5:19 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no...

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:27 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no...

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:46 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:53 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:02 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:09 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water.

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:20 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:57 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:59 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:17 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:22 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:29 am

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips.

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:35 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:16 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that death would evade

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:38 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face,

by **Phoenix** on Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:06 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face,

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off

by **Pyrocensored** on Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:18 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror run through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones.

by **Phoenix** on Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:57 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones.

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories

by **Phoxtrot** on Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:54 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo

by **DaWolfGirl** on Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:58 pm

Phoxtrot wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn

by **Phoxtrot** on Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:01 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed.

by **topaz** on Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:10 am

Phoxtrot wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed.

i knew then

by **souldezyr** on Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:57 am

DaWolfGirl wrote:
Phoxtrot wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn through gray matter.

by **Phoxtrot** on Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:42 am

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time

by **topaz** on Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:01 pm

Phoxtrot wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time

to leave my

by **BOC** on Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:56 pm

topaz wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my

claustrophobic little closet

by **Pyrocensored** on Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:33 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to

by **Lillith** on Sat Feb 07, 2009 4:37 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist

by **Phoenix** on Sat Feb 07, 2009 4:40 pm

Lillith wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help.

by **Lillith** on Sun Feb 08, 2009 4:50 am

On the way

by **Pyrocensored** on Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:25 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told

by **Phoxtrot** on Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:26 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her

by **Pyrocensored** on Mon Feb 09, 2009 11:13 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold.

by **Lillith** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 6:36 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:38 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, bill was rather

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:51 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, bill was rather

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica.

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:01 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:05 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:15 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:21 pm

Pyrocensored wrote:Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:23 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all,

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:25 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:29 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:32 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put Monica's mouth on

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:34 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put Monica's mouth on his big floppy

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:36 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put Monica's mouth on his big floppy dysfunctional cock. Monica

by **Pyrocensored** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:37 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put Monica's mouth on his big floppy dysfunctional cock. Monica would have, but

by **Phoenix** on Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:40 pm

Back when I lived in darkness, there was no time. The breath from that night cascaded over the sound of the relentlessly dripping water. It seemed as painful a sound as ever, especially when the screams of terror ran through my lips. I knew that death would evade showing its face, and feed off my living bones. The bittersweet memories of being emo seemed to burn when I peed. I knew then it was time to leave my claustrophobic little closet, and go to my resident psychiatrist for professional help. On the way, Hillary Clinton told me that her vagina was cold. So without medication, Bill was rather desperate for Monica, my therapist. Awkwardness with Ms. Lewinsky was getting rather sexual with her "vagina" and all, so Bill begged Hillary to put Monica's mouth on his big floppy dysfunctional cock. Monica would have, but Al was first.