Author Topic: Surreal Sentences (Read 6108 times)

Ambulance Y · « **on:** November 04, 2007, 12:44:52 PM »

Here's an exercise of creativity, as well as a chance to be as weird as possible. Basically, just write a really bizarre sentence, and the next person will post a new weird sentence.

Person one: "The fawns of steel are attacking! Prepare the polystyrene brigade!"
Person two: "Fear not, Dr. Marshmellows, the polystyrene brigade has been placed in Sector Awesome."

I'll start...

"The night of falling pixels approaches, yet our feast of gigantic grapes is a disaster, says I! Any words of discomfort, Principal Burnbook?"

Glorb · « **Reply #1 on:** November 04, 2007, 12:47:09 PM »

"The flight on yawning schnitzels reproaches, but our yeast of yawning onions was praised by Ebert and Roper, says George Lincoln!"

Ambulance Y · « **Reply #2 on:** November 04, 2007, 12:48:42 PM »

"Yawing onions are not only my least favorite delicacy, but my world-famous trophy aunt was eaten alive by a pack of them!"

Rao · « **Reply #3 on:** November 04, 2007, 12:58:41 PM »

"The sabertooth beavers are running in the clouds, which are filled with a strange euphoria."

Ambulance Y · « **Reply #4 on:** November 04, 2007, 01:11:25 PM »

"My pet February ate the euphoric clouds, spit out their climatic spines, and waddled off to the land of 10,000 frowns."

The Chef · « **Reply #5 on:** November 04, 2007, 03:23:17 PM »

"In the land of 10000 frowns, there roams a sun full of grapes crossing the nearest post office to get to a bath made of straw and flu powder."

Ambulance Y · « **Reply #6 on:** November 04, 2007, 04:48:10 PM »

Last time I soaked in the bath made of straw, my luxury glands sputtered editorial paragraphs onto my flesh blouse.

Glorb · « **Reply #7 on:** November 05, 2007, 02:39:54 PM »

Yesterday I am hurting colorless blue lobsters in my basement's attic.

Hacker Pikachu 25 · « **Reply #8 on:** November 05, 2007, 04:58:07 PM »

The lobsters in my basement's attic go PINCH, PINCH!!

Ambulance Y · « **Reply #9 on:** November 05, 2007, 05:36:54 PM »

PINCH is the sound my latex brain makes as the static cardinals swoon so close!

The Chef · « **Reply #10 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:50:25 PM »

The swooning static cardinals gave out a mighty breath of fresh air in a great fish's eye.

Rao · « **Reply #11 on:** November 06, 2007, 12:08:45 PM »

The breath of fresh air blew me to the brick automobile, where the winged walruses play hopscotch.

Glorb · « **Reply #12 on:** November 06, 2007, 02:24:23 PM »

Noodle noodle noodle noodle noodle noodle, sir.

Ambulance Y · « **Reply #13 on:** November 06, 2007, 04:06:37 PM »

Sir sir sir sir sir sir, noodle.

Boo Dudley · « **Reply #14 on:** November 08, 2007, 10:38:12 PM »

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

Robert · « **Reply #15 on:** November 08, 2007, 11:31:10 PM »

Soon enough, 50 moronic popsicles dragged the winged walruses out into the cold state of Florida.

Glorb · « **Reply #16 on:** November 09, 2007, 04:25:01 PM »

Unwittingly, your mom, uh, New York.

yuui14 · « **Reply #17 on:** November 09, 2007, 10:40:39 PM »

a potato ate some err.... 6954s?