For those of you who don't know what an exquisite corpse is...
Among Surrealist techniques exploiting the mystique of accident was a kind of collective collage of words or images called the cadavre exquis (exquisite corpse). Based on an old parlor game, it was played by several people, each of whom would write a phrase on a sheet of paper, fold the paper to conceal part of it, and pass it on to the next player for his contribution.

Some of my friends and I have been playing this for years and it's a lot of fun...now, I realize that we can't 'fold the paper'...but, do your best not to read the last post...

Here we go...

Twelve fuzzy bunnies were out walking when one of them stopped to pick up a bottlecap that was left on the side of the road.

I haven't got any paper

Is it ok if I write mine on loo roll?

applekisses said:

when a truckdriver, trying to get a better look, vered
off the road killing all but two of the bunnies.

xenon said:

Sure, that's probably what I'll be worth, anyway... heh

Okay, I don't get this.

You want us to what now?

2the9s said:

sorry...
just type a random sentence and then read all of them from the top as if they are one story. But, you can't read the other posts before you make yours. It might not work in this forum, but it's fun and worth a try.

applekisses said:

No, no! That was my contribution!

applekisses said:

that's what all of his posts are anyway

Beast said:

2the9s said:

zero stars!

Random sentence:

"Aaron was walking down the shady street one hot day in September, like a big gangly ostrich, oblivious to the world around him, when suddenly Matt sprung from behind a bush and jacked him with a sockful of nickels."

2the9s said:

aren't we supposed to be writing a piece of fiction here?

Beast said:

Art imitates life

And she said "No Mr Crabtree, i want blue turkey's and green bunnies for everyone, cuz everyone knew he did the best Sinatra impression".

and then i told Woody Allen...



stop flicking my nipple, your supposed to be my dad!!!

ok here is mine:

Bada Bing Bada Boom.

And the roaches crawled from her eye sockets as she ate her ice cream sundae while sitting in a field of ant mounds.

The huge tube of toothpaste came at him like an eagle swooping down and knocked him into the vat of custard below.

The penguin flew into the sky and soared like a beaver, his silhouette stood in stark contrast to the waning moon.

As he looked out of the window, he observed a giant banana being chased down the street by a melancholy toothpick. He closed the door and went back to sleep.

The floorboards creaked in an evil voice as the steamroller climbed the mountain on the way to a sea of jello.

At once, like an expectant teapot waiting to be tipped up and poured, the curtains parted and out stepped the curly toed magician.

Like an encephalitic mongoose, he sprinted for the scalpel and removed a perfidious tumor from the brain of the charging rhino.

He clung to the door handle as he was dragged from the room by a gang of vicious mushrooms.

The sky peeled back revealing the billion gnashing teeth of god.

His eyes grew large and dropped down onto the floor like two tennis balls.

The fish man swam in the desert sand like a bowling ball in a bubble gum sea.

There was a vast array of porcupines lined up eagerly waiitng to win the crown for beauty queen of the year.

The state trooper pulled the tail of the astral donkey, revealing a parralel universe inside the rectum of the sugar plum fairy.