If you don't know what a snowball story is, read this: https://prestoplans.com/snowball-writing-collaborative-writing-activity/ This works somewhat like Image Inspiration Chapters. However, after someone writes a chapter, someone else has to continue that story with another chapter. Try to end each chapter open-ended. Note: Stories with an asterisk * have no...
John Doe was a nerd of epic proportions. He had worked for years in the top game houses as one of their chief developers, producing huge selling games, yet he felt under appreciated, and in particular under-sexed for his efforts. Now he was going to get some. With the next generation of games pre loaded in his own hugely powerful PC, he could digitize himsel...
"What the Hell? What is going on with this electricity bill?" I yelled. My wife Sophie just got in the door and handed me the mail and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Jake my eighteen year old son was playing video games in the living room. They were both ignoring me. A couple of years ago an electric bill wouldn't even register as a topic worth discu...
They met about six months ago, online. They didn't meet in a chat room like people would assume they did, but playing video games on yahoo. They were both divorced and not really looking for a relationship, but sometimes things just happen. They met nightly, online sometimes to play games but mostly to talk. After three months Tina felt like she knew him bet...
The success of Gruber's Labs newest contribution to the scientific community reverberated through the sterile halls unchecked as the revelers downed their intoxicating concoctions in wild abandon. Apparently the small gelatinous mass I irreverently referred to as flubber, had been successful in restoring the neurological damage an ambulatory construction wor...
Chapter 2 JAKE AND ALLISON FROM CHAPTER 1—ENOUGH On John's 55th birthday he and Jake took John's last trip to Chaos. After their mission he had Jake get his own box and they transferred all John's equipment except for one set into it. John did keep one set of equipment, his favorites, in case he ever decided to undertake one final mission. Traci Caretaker...
John Dawson drove his old Chevy pick up into the school parking lot at a much too high rate of speed. He arrived in a boiling cloud of dust kicked up from the unpaved student parking area. He fishtailed slightly when he turned toward a parking spot near the gym door players used. He was cursing under his breath because he was late again. This time he was afr...
Author's note: Firstly thanks to Scotsman69 and Thomas Drablézien for their absolutely invaluable feedback on my first version of this story. As a result of their comments, I've corrected some of the more obvious historical and linguistic errors in my story. I hope that the result is now better and more credible. This is a bit of a departure for me -- a pro...
Ricky had sworn off gambling, scores of times though no resolution had ever stuck. With a marriage and a mortgage already in the wind because of his addiction to slot machines, you’d think this young man would have learned his lesson already. But he’d be the first to ‘fess up' that, next to sex, nothing got him off like a long, smoking run on the tables down...
This is my first story, I am not asking you to go easy on me but please tell me what I should do to write better. Thanks. ***** My name is Gerry Ferguson. I am a little under 6 feet and a little over 200 pounds and a car salesman at the biggest Ford dealer in our Midwestern state. And I am pretty successful at it, too. I have been married to Sandra Jean, w...