Frankenstein is a writer’s game wherein a story is composed of sentences contributed by different authors. We play this game a lot in Book Junkies, and everyone has a lot of fun with it.
So, I’ll kick it off with a prompt sentence, then you guys each add a sentence in the comment thread. Each subsequent sentence should feed off the sentence before it in the thread. So, let’s see what monster of a story we can stitch together.
One note though: PG-13 type blog—keep it clever but clean.
Andy wanted that ten-speed bike more than anything in the world.
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But being born without legs made that dream one he probably wouldn't achieve.
He was not one to give up easily, however, and in the soft quiet parts of his mind, he plotted.
He needed three things to carry out his plan, some rope, wire cutters and an armadillo.
The rope was, of course, no ordinary rope.
It was a magic rope, made from armadillo hide; the armadillo was not amused.
He turned himself inside out, so that Andy wouldn't recognise that he was crunchy on the outside.
Andy's stomach rumbled as he stared at the exposed, fleshy underside of the Armadillo.
To eat, or to bicycle? Was it possible to do both?
And what about that man that ate the bicycle, what the hell was up with that?!?!
He could lash himself onto the bike eater's shoulders using the magical armadillo rope: that would fuse their bodies together and provide him with at least some transportation.
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