Unveiled Artist
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This is the Keep Carlita Awake Game. I'm at work for the next eight hours, siting doing nothing but watching Back to the Future one and two repeatedly on t.v. I'll start a story and continue the story by writing a story/sentence/or posting a picture that relates to the next scene of the story (last post). Optional, write two or three questions to give the replier a gist of how to answer: by story, sentence, or picture.
"We don't believe that around here." She said looking around, "at least that is not what They taught us."
"They? Who'se They?" Following her gaze, I saw stringed huts on barren land.
"You know," she shoved her chin at me, "they come and talk to you at night before you sleep. If you don't talk back, they keep tapping your shoulders. You better listen. They dont stop if you dont."
I couldn't really understand what she meant. I have slept on many of ocassions without They even bothering me.
She nodges my side. She was 4'5 with a bowl of fruits-apples, organges, bananassas, in a bag. She opened my arms and ploped the heavy sack. It almost took my arms with the force of its gravity.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"To give them Them." She said. "So, they won't bother you now that I told you about them."
She gave no chance for me to reply.
Who is They?
What did They tell the girl before she sleeps?
What do you do with the fruits?
(You canc ahnge point of view ... the story line can change, just not abruptly.)
"We don't believe that around here." She said looking around, "at least that is not what They taught us."
"They? Who'se They?" Following her gaze, I saw stringed huts on barren land.
"You know," she shoved her chin at me, "they come and talk to you at night before you sleep. If you don't talk back, they keep tapping your shoulders. You better listen. They dont stop if you dont."
I couldn't really understand what she meant. I have slept on many of ocassions without They even bothering me.
She nodges my side. She was 4'5 with a bowl of fruits-apples, organges, bananassas, in a bag. She opened my arms and ploped the heavy sack. It almost took my arms with the force of its gravity.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"To give them Them." She said. "So, they won't bother you now that I told you about them."
She gave no chance for me to reply.
Who is They?
What did They tell the girl before she sleeps?
What do you do with the fruits?
(You canc ahnge point of view ... the story line can change, just not abruptly.)
