How about a rhopalic story game?
Rhoplic = Having each successive word longer by a letter or syllable.
A few weeks ago, the word of the day was rhopalic and AWAD readers were challenged to compose a rhoplalic news headline.
This was mine: Clandestine rendezvous uncovered: senator’s furious jilted lover uses axe! Unfortunately I did not win the tee shirt…
Here are the Roolz:
Add one sentence to the story. Your rhopalic sentence may start short and get longer, start long and get shorter, or go both ways. Let’s put a minimum of four words per sentence. The story doesn’t have to make a lot of sense – the goofier the better!
Here we go!
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Oh, I am the dude who'll arrive swiftly, striving intensely concerning deliverance!
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Oh, I am the dude who'll arrive swiftly, striving intensely concerning deliverance!
..but wait! Troll whisks reach high. Mary was OK. Merrily seated comfy atop of big oak tree twigs.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Oh, I am the dude who'll arrive swiftly, striving intensely concerning deliverance!
..but wait! Troll whisks reach high. Mary was OK. Merrily seated comfy atop of big oak tree twigs.
In oak Mary pines: “Rescue quickly! Villains returning! Assistance requested speedily!”
"In oak Mary pines" |ha ha/__ _
I was hoping someone would notice my horrible pun!
In oak Mary pines: “Rescue quickly! Villains returning! Assistance requested speedily!”
Uh..911? Troll patrol? Dormice Rescunit?
Dear Coffeebean. Could this really be the end?
Entree: Dormice troops scare giants, goblins, gnasters, gerodonts, garminkels, gellephants, gurnamamoths & !!!!!!!!!!!!! hillsidetrolls!
So the troll groups retreat.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
I just have been too busy to spend any time on this one. Didn't mean to imply by my silence that it was the end...
Branny try you may but the most difficult thing in story writing is to end it.....
Bo and Mary pedal lazily through the pleasant farmlands.
They hear a noise, and says Bo, "Oh no, not again."
the most difficult thing in story writing is to end it.....
I know, and much more so with this rophalic burden on top of it.
When I look at your line I think you forgot about that part.
To be honest, I got a bit fed up with counting those letters. I turned it into a circle story to leave it to my betters.
Oh yes. I forgot to count the letters.
Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Oh, I am the dude who'll arrive swiftly, striving intensely concerning deliverance!
..but wait! Troll whisks reach high. Mary was OK. Merrily seated comfy atop of big oak tree twigs.
In oak Mary pines: “Rescue quickly! Villains returning! Assistance requested speedily!”
Bo ran; Mary fell, aptly caught! Rascals trounced! Happiness, joyousness never-ending!
Fish ladders may either weed out the wimps, or challenge the determined. Survival of the fittest.
Survival of the most adaptable.