C-n-F’s Despicable Hearts (And Writers) Club™️ Presents: One Sentence at a Time...

[fancy]

Heyoooo!!

So I've been talking to my bae, my darling, my Crash about making this sister thread to our Despicable Hearts (and Writers) Club™

This game is directly lifted off the party game: One Word at a Time, where participants sit in a circle and create a story together by taking turns saying one word at a time. Participants in our version will take turns typing one sentence at a time until we've reached what we can all agree or feel to be a 'natural ending' (this is going to be interesting lmao).

After we've reached that point, I'll collect these sentences and put them all together for easy reading. I'll store them in the 'Collections' Post directly below this one.

The Hard Rules

1. You MAY NOT write more than one sentence. If you do, only your first sentence is going to be taken into consideration.
2. You MAY write exactly one sentence at a time––including compound sentences!
3. You MAY join in at any time at any point of the story and contribute for as long as you'd like. No pressure! Just fun!
4. You MAY NOT contribute a sentence twice in a row.
5. You MAY NOT alter a sentence after it has been written except to fix grammatical errors––don't change what you've written to suit a sentence written after yours!
6. You MAY NOT bully another member into taking the story into a direction that you want.
7. You MAY react to the story in this thread, so long as you make it clear what one sentence in your post is your contribution to the story.

The Softer Rules

1. LET GO!! Don't overthink things or feel frustrated if the story is going in a direction that you weren't anticipating or wanted. Just go with the flow and get creative!
2. Things don't exactly have to be all written from the same POV or in the same tense, but it would be generally helpful if we all tried to stick to the same POV and tense as we see it happening.
3. When dialogue is written out followed by character action, it normally takes at least two technical sentences (ex. "I hate butter!" The boy shouted, tossing the tub of fat across the room.)––this will be the one exception to the one-sentence rule for now.
4. Remember to let go and have fun!

Now to start things off...!

Once upon a time, there was a boy and his wagon.

 

[fancy]

Collection of Community Stories.

1. Our First Story written by Fancy, Roger, LicoriceAllsorts, Clement Rage, and Mage.

Spoiler

Once upon a time, there was a boy and his wagon. His wagon carried munitions and arms across the border. The boy made this same trip across the border on a biweekly basis—oh, how he despised it so! His only passenger this run had died due to dysentery a dozen miles back. There had been a time, a long time ago, so people said, when no one died of such common diseases: the mages in those days had had powerful preventive and curative magic. It was said that some of the rebels promised a return to those days. How this could be so was a mystery to those who pondered it, for the rebels had scattered after the Incident at North Lake and no trace of them had been found in the six months hence.

The boy himself had wild fantasies of leaving wagon duty to face off against these rebels, taking down whole factions with his smarts alone. But for now, he had to talk his way past the upcoming checkpoint. He donned his trust spectacles with fake nose, mustache, and eyebrows.

"Right, right and who do we have here?" barked a tallish gnome standing guard at the checkpoint.

"You can't talk to a traveler like that you, you stupid gavone!" Now let me through!" he shouted, shaking his fist angrily at the gnome.

"Well, that's all right then!" the gnome sniffed. As gnomes were incapable of growing hair themselves, they accorded great respect to those with mustaches, but he'd still have to play his trump card to get through. Nonchalantly the boy reached into his pocket and pulled out his surefire credential, the gnome's eyes grew large as they watched a whole handful of licorice of all sorts be produced.

"Put me down!' the handful shrieked, still enraged at her reduction in stature, an affront she considered to be both unwarranted and unkind, even if it did mean she could travel in her master's pocket

"Bwahahahahahahaha!" said the boy.

Whilst cackling, the boy failed to see the look of horror on licorice of all sort's face as her eyes fell upon a terrible something that both the boy and the gnome had yet to notice!

 

[Roger]

His wagon carried munitions and arms across the border.

 

[fancy]

The boy made this same trip across the border on a biweekly basis—oh, how he despised it so!

 

[Roger]

His only passenger this run had died due to dysentery a dozen miles back.

 

[LicoriceAllsorts]

There had been a time, a long time ago, so people said, when no one died of such common diseases: the mages in those days had had powerful preventive and curative magic.

 

[Clement Rage]

It was said that some of the rebels promised a return to those days.

 

[Mage]

How this could be so was a mystery to those who pondered it, for the rebels had scattered after the Incident at North Lake and no trace of them had been found in the six months hence.

 

[fancy]

The boy himself had wild fantasies of leaving wagon duty to face off against these rebels, taking down whole factions with his smarts alone.

 

[Clement Rage]

But for now, he had to talk his way past the upcoming checkpoint.

 

[Roger]

He doned his trusty spectacles with fake nose, mustache and eyebrows.

 

[fancy]

"Right, right and who do we have here?" barked a tallish gnome standing guard at the checkpoint.

 

[Claudius Caesar]

"You can't talk to a traveler like that, you stupid gavone! Now let me through!" he shouted, shaking his fist angrily at the gnome.

 

[fancy]

“Well, that’s all right then!” the gnome sniffed.

 

[Clement Rage]

As gnomes were incapable of growing hair themselves, they accorded great respect to those with mustaches, but he'd still have to play his trump card to get through.

 

[Roger]

Nonchalantly the boy reached into his pocket and pulled out his surefire credential, the gnome's eyes grew large as they watched a whole handful of licorice of all sorts be produced.

 

[LicoriceAllsorts]

"Put me down!' the handful shrieked, still enraged at her reduction in stature, an affront she considered to be both unwarranted and unkind, even if it did mean she could travel in her master's pocket

 

[Clement Rage]

Out of character (Bwahahahahahaha!)

In character: "Bwahahahahahahaha!" said the boy.

 

[fancy]

Whilst cackling, the boy failed to see the look of horror on licorice of all sort's face as her eyes fell upon a terrible something that both the boy and the gnome had yet to notice!

 

[Clement Rage]

"You're fucking late!" said the troll to the boy, cracking her knuckles.

 

[The G'randiest' Daddy]

With each snap, loud as a tree branch breaking, the boy's eyes grew a little wider behind his spectacles.

 

[Clement Rage]

The gnome, on the other hand, backed away with a 'sorry boss', leaving troll, boy, and sentient handful of liquorice locked in a three way battle of wills.