Writing a story, one sentence at a time.

[Torben]

this story shall be set in the makebelieve country of calradia,  it is up to the many authors to find a time setting,  be it pre- or post crpg,  but it during or in a distant future.

I have used a random word generator to come up with five words,   which have to come up once in the first five paragraphs,  in the following order:
(for dummies:  first paragraph has to contain the word digging,  second the word trapeze etc.)

digging
trapeze
nail varnish
dentist
radiator

the bonus word is "donkey",  and is welcome to be used excessively,  however may not be used in its actual sense.  unless you want to. 

have fun.

[Torben]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face...

[Moncho]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime.

[zagibu]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape.

[Kafein]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.

[Xant]

The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular.

[larlek]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.

"The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular" cried Xant as he engaged in gay sex.

[Armpit_Sweat]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.
   
"The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular" cried Xant as he engaged in gay sex. They were running day and night for several days, as their fear of being caught by a local gang of savage rapists, lead by infamous Xant, was giving them inhuman strength, only comparable to Xant's unyielding lust for genitalia!

[Xant]

I never asked for this.

[Christo]

donkey donkey donkey

[Lemon]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.
   
"The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular" cried Xant as he engaged in gay sex. They were running day and night for several days, as their fear of being caught by a local gang of savage rapists, lead by infamous Xant, was giving them inhuman strength, only comparable to Xant's unyielding lust for genitalia!
"I never asked for this" Thought Xant, remembering the peaceful and slow days as a young child, before he killed and raped his grandmother.

[LordBerenger]

Gee i wonder where you got this from lol. Anyways


As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.
   
"The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular" cried Xant as he engaged in gay sex. They were running day and night for several days, as their fear of being caught by a local gang of savage rapists, lead by infamous Xant, was giving them inhuman strength, only comparable to Xant's unyielding lust for genitalia!
"I never asked for this" Thought Xant, remembering the peaceful and slow days as a young child, before he killed and raped his grandmother. But then Xant started to preach about multiculturalism ruining the scandinavian countries and sieg heiling.

[Brrrak]

Spoiler alert: it ends with the Fire Nation attacking.

[Molly]

As the sun rises,  first rays of light gently paint the vast meadows surrounding the eastern forests into a soft yellow,  unfortunately not soft enough for the burdened eyes of the man awakening to them, awkwardly shading his face... He is alone but for his loyal donkey, with whom he has shared more than most people experience in a lifetime. His hands forcefully caress the soft grey fur of his companion's neck, digging deep into the hairy isolation against the cool breeze that blows through this autumn landscape. Do not worry fellow readers, for this story will not end up being a tale of zoophilia and radiators, hopefully.
   
"The only thing more gay than these things is the fact that they're always so popular" cried Xant as he engaged in gay sex. They were running day and night for several days, as their fear of being caught by a local gang of savage rapists, lead by infamous Xant, was giving them inhuman strength, only comparable to Xant's unyielding lust for genitalia!
"I never asked for this" Thought Xant, remembering the peaceful and slow days as a young child, before he killed and raped his grandmother. But then Xant started to preach about multiculturalism ruining the scandinavian countries and sieg heiling. Though it wasn't the ruining of multiculturalism of Scandinavia or the Sieg Heiling that he treasured the most but the late-night discussions about logic at the camp fire with his men.

[Varadin]

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