The Egg of Dreams

Posted on October 2, 2008 at 20:30 Down the Drain 8 Comments

Due to the tricycle drivers that always wait for passengers to fill in, I was late in my Literature class today. Afar below the school building, I looked up at our room and deduced that a quiz was being conducted. I was only moments from the door when I saw our teacher closing it. He saw me and smirked before fully closing it. The next thing that happened was I was pulling the door against his grasp. :laugh:

After the quiz about the story “In a Grove”, which WikiPedia shortly described as a story where every character says at least one thing that is refuted by another :cool:, we rearranged our seats to form a circle. We were instructed to write an opening line—sentence(s) or phrase—of any story. It was passed to the person on the right one after another until it eventually goes back to the owner with an end and a title. Our teachers read out three stories and it was plainly hilarious. Talk about absolute randomness and a few grammatical tweaks!

Long before the egg turned into a chick¹. Then the chick died. I was glad there was a different egg […] When I awoke I was a lion. I saw Simba. He was so cute and I started to like him but I was not his type. He was in love with “Lala,” the panda. […] the egg hatched and I saw a wonderful lady. What a hot chick!

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• My mother was about to beat the kitten with a pink marshmallow.
• […] the child was annoying to the highest level.
• But I don’t want strawberry dreams. They make me berry-sick! 😆
• […] we decided to swam :laugh:

1. This is what I started and got. The lines after the rule are excerpts from the other stories read.

After “The Cherry Orchard”…

Posted on September 29, 2008 at 22:08 Down the Drain No Comments

A: What? You?
B: Yes. Me.
A: What have you come for?
B: Where is Elsa?
A: Dead. You know that.
B: You killed her.
A: I did not kill Elsa.
B: Oh yes you did. She was young and helpless, just like you. And she died slowly and painfully something like this.