Last week at the Wyckoff Library Teen Writers Group an adventurous group of teens began a mission to write fiction, one sentence at a time. The results are as follows:
In a little town tucked between two mountains there lived a little brunette girl names Michele. Next door there lived a crusty old man named Carl. Michele didn't like Carl because of his mysteriousness, and because he smelt strongly of tobacco.
He was a very shady figure who rarely went outside.
Little did Michele know that Carl was actually a woman!
One day, Michele wanted to see what he did in his house, but she turned away and walked down the dirt path to her friend Beatrice's house.
Beatrice had a new horse.
At Beatrice's house she rode and petted the horse until she heard a noise and flash of light. There, right in front of her eyes, wearing a tight, gold-lame dress and freshly braided wig stood Carl. As Michele and Beatrice run, Carl runs magestically fast and knocks them out. Michele awoke to Beatrice screaming, saying "Carl kidnapped us. He's evil."
Readers are encouraged to add a line to this fiction, if you please, by commenting to this blog entry, and I will add the comments to this dynamic fiction adventure!
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