Discussion in 'Word games' started by Arannir, Mar 6, 2014.
Mental connection, check. Game starts now.
He sighed and finally embraced death.
Yestereve we died. Today we celebrated.
Tears and blood stained her dress.
Confidence and kindness enlightened the way.
BOYS! NO FIREBALLS IN THE HOUSE!!!!!! Indeed this impish author shall snicker.
The war ripped them from themselves.
Truth be told, youth be bold.
Youth is wasted on the young. Hurricane approaching; wearing lucky flannel shirt.
He shot, missed. She kept walking.
He pleaded, then pulled the trigger.
Wasn't the first time I died. Grandma surprised us all that night. Too many words; I lost count.
We were mourning in the afternoon.
Fleeing across the plain. He followed.
soaked in troll blood, he slept
I've got something to tell you.
I have some secrets to sell.
"Have sweet dreams, Aidan," she whispered.
Internet trolls are harder to kill, and illegal (yes i know thats eight words)
He sighed, then kicked the chair.
Buying secrets bought him more time.
You can run, you can't hide.
You can hide, but it won't last. lol THAT's the way to do that.
Or you can hide. it won't last. that's probably better.
Whips and chains. Aches and pains.
Separate names with a comma.