A bit of fun with words!

[Batbrick]

I just thought we could try a little story game here. The aim is to write a description, story or poem about a house on fire without using the letter "E".

I had to do this at one of my orientations and it was both frustrating and a fun challenge, so have a go! I'll start with two sentences:

A cabin was lit by a tiny spark, and now is abundant in crimson horror. Hot ash is flying around many rooms as a small child shouts amidst the blinding lights of burning wood.

Now your turn

Batbrick Away!

EDIT: CRAP! Missed the E!

[Shadows]

*cough* amidst the blinding *cough*

Two sentences at a time? Will do.

As our story unfolds, it is obvious that this cabin will form a total loss, but what of little young Larry and his bright days of living? Wood falls all around his flailing body, missing a critical hit, but stopping him from finding a way out of this insanity to join his family outdoors.

Edited (try that without any E's): Son of a ... !

[Plural]

*cough* little Larry and his bright days *cough*

Larry panics as ash chugs its way down his throat. His only way out is obviously a window.

[Skipper 24]

*cough* there's nothing wrong with the above post *cough*

Larry jumps and falls dramatically out of a door not a window. As the door falls Larry sounds a bit similar to a drunk pig.

[Lt. Col. Thok]

With all two windows on his right, Larry chooses. Burning wood blocks a window.

[Axle]

*Cough* Larry Chooses *Cough*

Larry coughs and runs towards an upstairs window, whilst downstairs a man with liquid in a can bursts in and pours it around.

[Shadows]

Liquid in a can: From Flam-b-gon!

Larry thinks that it's odd for an ad to play as his mortality is in such turmoil but finds it a bit soothing and liquid in a can might do what plain h2o can't, put out this gigantic burning cabin. Larry is slowly losing his mind.

*cough* there's nothing wrong with the above post *cough*

Larry jumps and falls dramatically out of a door not a window. As the door falls Larry sounds a bit similar to a drunk pig.

*cough* As the door *cough*

[Tenorikuma]

Soot! A log cabin burns. Sparks fly upon a windy draft. Gusts carry bits of ash to and fro. Soon what was my lodging is now a black ruinous mass, a dim shadow against a crimson sky, a sinking sun.

Edited September 14, 2008 by Tenorikuma

[Scouty]

Taking a building, this monstrous thing is doing. Nothing to stop it, but with help of Man and rain from our sky.

Edit: E!!!!

[Skipper 24]

*cough* As the door *cough*

I am so angry I have to write a new part. (that doesn't count)

Black from the vicious claws of doom, black wood is lying all around on the ground. Shards of glass now dilly dallying around in plants.

Sorry it wasn't very good

[Corvus]

"Auuuuugh! Cough! Hack!"

Burning plastic has Larry hacking. Water boils. Smoke... Augh!

[Batbrick]

Burning crisps of wood and oozing displays of a family history go up in a woosh, in a flash! Poor Larry is not with faith of living this day.

[Admiral Blockbeard]

I am so angry I have to write a new part. (that doesn't count)

Black from the vicious claws of doom, black wood is lying all around on the ground. Shards of glass now dilly dallying around in plants.

Sorry it wasn't very good

cough *on thE ground*, try again...

Living room, burning, nothing could go though that without a scratch or scorch mark. Larry will start again, a start full of sad history but happy for an original possibility.

read last two words as "new chance"

Edited September 15, 2008 by Cpt. Pegleg Blockbeard

[Shadows]

cough *on thE ground*, try again...

Living room, burning, nothing could go though that without a scratch or scorch mark. Larry will start again, a start full of sad history but happy for an original possibility.

read last two words as "new chance"

With his mind on his mission, Larry darts and jumps, narrowly finding a spot in which to stand without harm. "Hmmm... how do I cross this burning rug?"

[cartoondude]

*Cough* *Cough* Sorry, Its my allergies.

Larrys Foot is now on fir£ and Larry finds a sword and cuts it off. Larry slugs away on his 1 limb and 1 bloody stump to th£ bathroom, what a bad tim£ to go p££.

[Admiral Blockbeard]

Now shock, toy bricks burning! must go not abandon it.

Poor plastic toy bricks now a lump of gunk on his floor!

Psychiatric aid is compulsory, to subsist (live)!

Rgds, Cpt. PB

[hollisbrick]

*cough*got the flu*cough*

His building burning, up on ground

Destroying stuff, nothing is found

Burns away all to ash

All is nothing, including his cash

[Aliencat]

Larry crawls away from this mound of smoking plastic. "My cool toys in ruin!" our protagonist shouts out, as an uncanny notion of pain struck his brain.

[Brainbox]

It was a notion of pain so strong, so vicious, that poor Larry could not avoid it. His body and brain limp and still with pain, from his mouth a cry of loss rang out, scary to all around. For aid did approach, to assist with Larry's situation.

Edited September 15, 2008 by Brainbox

[Adam]

Doctors ran to assist Larry, for it was obvious that our protagonist had harm brought to his brain. But nothing could aid our boy; his soul was up in ash and burns as his lost joy soars as dark smog into a black night sky.

Edited September 19, 2008 by Adam

[Batbrick]

Doctors ran to assist Larry, for it was obvious that our protagonist had harm brought to his brain. But nothing could aid our boy; his soul was up in ash and burns as his lost joy soars as grey smog into a black night sky.

Oh, and it was SO good!

Batbrick Away!

[Admiral Blockbeard]

replace do again but grey now dark

rgds, Cpt.PB

[iamded]

[You could spell gray the American way...]

Doctors picking Larry up, taking him to safety freedom ...er... tranquility. But alas, again, wood crumbling, collapsing, blocking off our path with an unforgiving blast of heat flame fire burny pain.

Hm, this is harder than I thought!

Edited September 18, 2008 by iamded

[Adam]

Wood was soon to crash all around, and what could our group do? So Larry's saviors would try a sound way out, taking him out of harm's way.

Edited September 19, 2008 by Adam

[Flatfoot Thompsen]

Larry found out that a flaming building was not a good location for his film.

Edited September 20, 2008 by Flatfoot Thompsen