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:new: Well, that's a wrap! SCFrankles got in the last word this time. Expect the deviation to be posted sometime tomorrow. Thanks for a smashing success! :heart:

You've all seen these, I am sure. The idea is one person starts a story with a single sentence. Each participant writes a  comment that adds another sentence to continue the story. You can leave as many comments as you'd like, but no two can be back to back. Please make sure you read previous comments so you know what general direction the story is headed. :)

Some ground rules:
:bulletblack: The story will be written in third person omniscient which allows us to be in any character's head at any time. But try not to do too much jumping as that gets confusing.
:bulletblack: Absolutely stick to the ONE sentence per comment rule. They can be compound sentences.
:bulletblack: Let's aim to have this story done by January 5th at 11:59pm Pacific Time. I'll compile all the comments into one deviation and list all participants in the artist's comments when it is done.
:bulletblack: Please add this journal to your favorites to help spread the word. :heart:

I'll begin:

It always came down to choices, and if Anna Beth had chosen to squish herself into the half a seat not occupied by the left buttock of the rotund woman in front of her, she would not be in this situation.


Go forth and write! :eager:

Participants so far:
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Let's write a story together, one sentence at a time!
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:iconscfrankles:
SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
The living headed towards the exits, with Anna Bess murmuring, "It ain't over until the fat lady sings," and behind them, while she finished off the last of the zombies, they all heard the divine Mrs Winterbottom launch into a defiant, triumphant chorus of "Fat Bottomed Girls" - they do indeed make the rockin' world go round.
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
This is (would be?) a great ending. It's a funny story, fun to read. I love everyone's imaginative additions.
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Didn't it work well? ^__^ Oh, I had such a good time ^^
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:iconxlntwtch:
xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
Yes, it worked very well. ^^
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't think there could be a better ending than this! :D
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks ^^ :boogie: (I wanted to construct an ending just in case but try and leave space for someone else. I.e. you ^^)

I'm going to miss this story so much... It's been great fun!
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I agree... most fun I've had on here in a long time. :laughing:
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intricately-ordinary Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ana Bess knew they had to get out, and fast, lest they be eaten; she encouraged the others to do their best Honey Boo Boo impersonations so the zombies would leave them be, too.
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Seems I blew the link on the above quote. It should be this: [link]

Sorry!
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
With his beloved muse Anna Bess at his side, Cutler elbowed his way down to the stage in order to assist the noble Mrs Winterbottom, embarrassed now that she'd only received bottom billing.
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
:laughing: Turns out she was billed just right...
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconrimshotplz:

:D
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Because the zombies feasted on brains, Honey Boo Boo and her mama were spared; thus, as Honey Boo Boo curtsied repeatedly to the screaming she mistook as accolades for her performance, pausing occasionally to blow kisses towards Anna Bess and Cutler in the balcony, it came as a shock to her to see Mrs. Winterbottom's zombie-killing prowess, under the control of Bond, which involved squeezing their heads to a gooey pulp in the deep reaches of her ceremoniously-released (think horn flourishes galore) ButtKraken.
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RiseandBe Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Unfortunately, what the audience didn't know was that the zombies were, indeed, real and having drawn their attention with all the clapping, they careened eagerly towards the raucous crowd, thrilled at the idea of such a feast.
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Up in the balcony, where they were indulging in some pretty serious and passionate hand-holding, Anna Bess turned to Cutler and said, "I think your play's a hit!"
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lonely-hime Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Applause filled the air and it's revealed that everything was a performance for a large audience.
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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Student Writer
All Hell, having broken loose long ago, decided to accompany the interpretive dancing with some ominous Latin chanting.
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
:music: 'Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabbaoth [sp]...' :music: -- chanting, of course.
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:rofl:
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Bond and Honey Boo Boo, absent from the scene for too long, joined in.
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intricately-ordinary Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thalia instead unleashed the fury within her at her inability to determine the consequent events of her own life with an enraged bout of interpretive dancing.
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It seemed like an odd choice for the internationally acclaimed coloratura soprano, yet by the time Mrs. Winterbottom finished her a capella rendering of MC Hammer's "U Cant Touch This," even Hera had been won over to the beauty of Angelica's angelic voice and pleaded with Zeus to recall the wicked Harpies; Thalia, unfortunately, was in no mood to see the revels end, even as she contemplated the revels' end.
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wyldhoney Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
For the obese Miss Winterbottom and her buttocks could not help themselves; in one sudden moment she got up, inhaled and prepared to belt out a song.
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
But Bond, who had always considered his license to kill a carefully judged privilege, was about to learn a terrible lesson.
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
In the process of sliding amorously towards Thalia (for he would forevermore see Anna Beth as his muse, even if he didn't realize exactly what kind of muse she was), William Butler Yeats found himself gradually and then completely transfixed by the gyrating glutes of Mrs. Winterbottom; indeed, he and his beloved both stood stone still as the Harpy trio pinched her posterior curves to the point of distraction—and for Bond, such distraction could mean only one thing: a cue for unspeakably violent and decisive action, an action, it would appear, that was beginning (or ending, as it were) with a solution.
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
Yeats? :lmao:
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I very sneakily decided as soon as I saw the name "Butler" that it had to be "William Butler Yeats." Every story needs a great Irish writer to drop in now and again! :giggle:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
Especially a dead one. :lol:
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The deader, the better! :D:D:D
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:iconxlntwtch:
xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
:D
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, Anna Beth/Thalia realised, the solution was in The End - where a trio of Harpies was giving a respectable lady (Mrs Angelica Winterbottom - life is littered with ironies) a thorough goosing, and a buttock that was licensed to kill was becoming more and more incensed at being brutally separated from his other half.
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MARX77 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013   Photographer
The End.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013   General Artist
Anna Beth now begins to contemplate the meaning of the universe :giggle:
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wyldhoney Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
With blood-curling cries, the harpies charged and dove into the lady's buttcrack
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
While Thalia tittered away, Yeats prayed under his breath, whispering as if to no one, "I have heard tell of fierce demons with wings like blades and faces like wild bark, demons from the banks of the river Styx, who fly at Zeus' command to torment and destroy hapless mortals for the faintest slight perceived on high; such demons as fan the English fire to our shores; demons such as these I see before me now, turning and turning in a widening gyre, void of all control, ripping all things apart, loosing anarchy upon a world without center, their blood-dimmed tide flowing past every boundary and celebrating the drownèd death of innocence; in this world where the best lack all conviction and the worst portray the most passionate intensity, I find myself oddly at peace... I just want to jump Anna Beth's bones."
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Did you make that all up? XD Or am I missing a reference here. :lmao:
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The bit starting with, "turning and turning in a widening gyre..." up to "...the worst portray the most passionate intensity" is paraphrased from Yeats' poem, "The Second Coming." The phrase "slouching towards Bethlehem," which I use elsewhere, is also from that poem. I use some more Yeats elsewhere in sentences referring to him.

The rest is all mine. :D

By the way, many people, myself included, consider "The Second Coming" to be one of best poems of the 20th Century. You should definitely check it out, which you can here: [link]
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
:laughing:
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
:lol:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
:iconfblikeplz:
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Anna Beth watched with shock as a close formation of Harpies appeared through the clouds and turning to the lady with the canoodling buttocks, she declared deadpan, “I guess that Uranus will allow them safe passage,” thus revealing her true identity: Thalia, the Muse of comedy.
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
Hahah...
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:giggle:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013   Writer
=P
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Vainamoinenian Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"I don't like where this is going" said Anna, looking at the poor Butler who was about to weep because of his failed poem, behind whom the fat woman stood in shock scratching her ass, trying to pull her buttcheeks apart which were already fully indulged in foreplay games...
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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Student Writer
Zeus's harpies, knowing that it was their time to fly, blazed screeching through Olympus' sky: the bus-riders would be punished for their hubris; no ifs, ands, or...butts. :giggle:
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:lol:!!
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Back up on high, Zeus was still drunk from the night's revelries, but he hadn't forgotten Hera's admonition and he really didn't want to see her becoming part of a cob salad; "if it weren't for this lightning elbow," he mused (and thought simultaneously of the ever-delicious nude form of Erato), "I'd BBQ that Fred-and-Ginger-butted blob once and for all... perhaps it would be best if I just sent a Harpy or two."
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