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Well, it's just like it sounds. You build a story.
I'll write a paragraph as the beginning of the story, but instead of giving options for you to choose, you make suggestions as to what happens next. For example, you could say something like "Perry sneaks down the hallway", and the next bit would include Perry sneaking down the hallway.
Instead of having whoever chooses write the next part, I'll take your suggestion and write the next paragraph myself. I'll be taking the FIRST suggestion, so if somebody's already made one don't bother. After my story's over, somebody else can take a turn at being the writer.
Sound good? Okay, here we go:
It was a beautiful summer day in Danville. The sun was shining, the birds were bursting into flames, and Phineas and Ferb were lying under their favorite tree. It was already midmorning, and Phineas hadn't yet said anything about knowing what they were going to do that day. To Candace, who was peering at them from her bedroom window, this was a little suspicious. She kept one finger on Mom's speed-dial number as she stared, just in case.
Well, it's just like it sounds. You build a story.
I'll write a paragraph as the beginning of the story, but instead of giving options for you to choose, you make suggestions as to what happens next. For example, you could say something like "Perry sneaks down the hallway", and the next bit would include Perry sneaking down the hallway.
Instead of having whoever chooses write the next part, I'll take your suggestion and write the next paragraph myself. I'll be taking the FIRST suggestion, so if somebody's already made one don't bother. After my story's over, somebody else can take a turn at being the writer.
Sound good? Okay, here we go:
It was a beautiful summer day in Danville. The sun was shining, the birds were bursting into flames, and Phineas and Ferb were lying under their favorite tree. It was already midmorning, and Phineas hadn't yet said anything about knowing what they were going to do that day. To Candace, who was peering at them from her bedroom window, this was a little suspicious. She kept one finger on Mom's speed-dial number as she stared, just in case.






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