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CloseLet's write a story. Write a paragraph or three and stop.
Don't hog the story. You can only write a segment after 5 people or more have wrote since your last segment.
Keep this Teen rated. There's a few younguns around.
Setting
Funny fantasy, wild west. (Basically anything goes as long as it's Wild West style.)
Third person POV, past tense.
Unfamiliar with Cowboy Slang? Internet!
Story
Dudesoft
With a splash, came a great cheer. The crowd went wild before heading back into the tavern. Only one concerned local stuck around behind. Though often chastised for his pity on others, the shop owner fished a grizzly-looking gunslinger from the horse's water trough. He knew the type. Self-proclaimed 'cowboy'.
"Rough trick, stranger. Not nobody tries and trick Red Daniels at poker," the shop owner explained. "Best be on your way, and forget the whole mess."
The gunslinger pulled himself free, and emptied his wide-brimmed duster hat. With a mere glance from his steely blue eyes, the stranger conveyed that 'this ain't over'.
A few minutes later, there was another splash, and the gunslinger was hauled out.
"Mister, listen to reason! Not no one cheats Red Daniels at darts," the shop owner sighed. "You really are an odd stick, stranger."
Another glance, the Gunslinger sauntered back into the tavern, and another splash.
"Goodness, mister, no one tries to cheat Red Daniels at five-finger fillet!" The shop owner was pushed away from helping by the Gunslinger this time.
"Hobble your lip, dagnamit," cursed the gunslinger, hoisting himself up and promptly falling back in the trough.
Don't hog the story. You can only write a segment after 5 people or more have wrote since your last segment.
Keep this Teen rated. There's a few younguns around.
Setting
Funny fantasy, wild west. (Basically anything goes as long as it's Wild West style.)
Third person POV, past tense.
Unfamiliar with Cowboy Slang? Internet!
Story
Dudesoft
With a splash, came a great cheer. The crowd went wild before heading back into the tavern. Only one concerned local stuck around behind. Though often chastised for his pity on others, the shop owner fished a grizzly-looking gunslinger from the horse's water trough. He knew the type. Self-proclaimed 'cowboy'.
"Rough trick, stranger. Not nobody tries and trick Red Daniels at poker," the shop owner explained. "Best be on your way, and forget the whole mess."
The gunslinger pulled himself free, and emptied his wide-brimmed duster hat. With a mere glance from his steely blue eyes, the stranger conveyed that 'this ain't over'.
A few minutes later, there was another splash, and the gunslinger was hauled out.
"Mister, listen to reason! Not no one cheats Red Daniels at darts," the shop owner sighed. "You really are an odd stick, stranger."
Another glance, the Gunslinger sauntered back into the tavern, and another splash.
"Goodness, mister, no one tries to cheat Red Daniels at five-finger fillet!" The shop owner was pushed away from helping by the Gunslinger this time.
"Hobble your lip, dagnamit," cursed the gunslinger, hoisting himself up and promptly falling back in the trough.
Irili
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"Leave 'em Book," said a saloon girl, laughing by the door. "He ain't gone learn nothing if you coddle him."
Puffing up, the gunslinger took a few steps to the door of the tavern before slipping in the trail of mud and water he'd been making. While the girl laughed loudly, Book, the shop owner, sidled over to help the pitiful man to his feet.
"I don't need no help, dagnamit!" the gunslinger shouted, shaking off the helpful hands.
"He's right Book," the girl said, blue eyes twinkling, tone mocking. "He's more than able to make a fool of himself without anyone's help. You plan on trying to cheat Ol' Red in a drinking game next Stranger?"
Puffing up, the gunslinger took a few steps to the door of the tavern before slipping in the trail of mud and water he'd been making. While the girl laughed loudly, Book, the shop owner, sidled over to help the pitiful man to his feet.
"I don't need no help, dagnamit!" the gunslinger shouted, shaking off the helpful hands.
"He's right Book," the girl said, blue eyes twinkling, tone mocking. "He's more than able to make a fool of himself without anyone's help. You plan on trying to cheat Ol' Red in a drinking game next Stranger?"
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