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I feel like this would be good fun considering all the writers on here​:grin:

Objective: Make a chain story(I like funny ones). If you have never done one of these before, the way it works is that you have to write the next sentence of the story after reading where the person before you left off, and then the next person has to do the same.

Rules:
Edit: Ok can can post more than once now:3
No more than 5 sentences.
Please continue the story, don’t just write something completely random and unrelated.

I’ll start: Jerry was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. He looked down to check the time and realized that his watch was missing! Suddenly...

And the rest is yours guys:3

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he saw a small Gnome run very fast away from the bus stop carrying his watch!.....

Jerry sighed. "Not again," he thought as he got up and started running after the gnome. The gnome problem had gotten worse in the past months. Last Monday one had gotten into his house and stole half his socks making him late for work. He was not about to miss work again because of these little scoundrels.

He thought, "How the hell it took my watch? And is that a real gnome?!"

Jerry is stupefied, and he broke into run when the gnome running to the bushes in the woods not far from the bus stop.

He took his phone out from his pocket and set it to recording. He doesn't care much about his cheap watch, he cares about the gnomes and if it would be viral if it goes on the internet!

Jerry is excited and chases the gnome into the woods while giving some commentary on his phone, and because he didn't really pay attention to where he's going, he suddenly slipped and falling to a hole on the ground that's concealed by leaves and won't be find out if one did not careful enough; obviously a trap.

the pesky gnome had planned for this and caught the phone falling from jerrys grasp with ease before running faster and jumping down a nearby hole! (gnomes should never get shown ebay!)

Unbeknownst to Jerry, The time piece the gnome clutched to his chest was very important to the Gnome species. It was imperative that he not delay and make it back to his realm with the watch in tact.

"I must hurry, I must Hurry... They need me... I must hurry..." The world around him began to stretch into a yawning chasm of emptiness before he landed in a vast prairie of grass. The gnome quickly sprang to his feet with trails of sweat streaming off his face, the human he stole the watch from followed him through the hole!

Jerry followed the gnome through the hole until he came upon something astounding!

It was an entire gnome civilization! There were roads, and bridges, and buildings, and mushrooms. He saw all the gnome gathering to one location. It was a temple. They were preparing some sort of religious ceremony...

Curious, Jerry sneakily tiptoed towards the gathering, waiting for all gnomes to enter the temple so he could follow suit, unnoticed.

As Jerry stepped into the temple, he let go of a loud gasp. All gnomes turned around to see an invader amongst their ranks! But how could Jerry not gasp seeing what was at the center of the temple?!

It was a real sized granite statue of... Michael Jackson?

(English is not my first language so sorry if it's weirdly written and such)

"Everygnome!, hail the founder of neverland and guardian of time, Michael Jackson!" chanted the eldest gnome.

The crowd loudly screamed in the loudest high pitched voice possible: "AAH, AAH!"

The gnome who stole Jerry`s watch came into the center, he kneeled before the elder and the celebrity of granite. And while offering the stolen watch, he said in a solemn tone: "this is my offering.....it is portable time, so neverland never ends...."

Jerry got pissed at all this insanity, he opened his path kicking and screaming at the tiny sized citicens. And with the sassiest angriest tone, the said:

OOOOH HELL NO!, I DIDN`T LEFT THE HUMAN WORLD FOR THIS!.

in his rage jerry pushed over the statue sending in crashing to the floor and snatched his watch back....
"gimmy that you thief!!" he growled
seeing the beloved statue on the ground the eldest Gnome yelled "Heretic! " and all the Gnomes pulled out garden tools looking at jerry with rage in thier eyes...

disappointing. I thought you guys would jump in and have fun with this thread, for one thing it's good writing exercise.

Well, it is one post per person, as noted in the first post's rules XD

Well this had took a turn into the bizarre. Jerry looked to his left and right, wondering if there was anything to defend himself with.

A lousy soil threader, fit for a toddler, no doubt.

Eh, it would do.

my bad i never noticed that rule, i tend to read these things when i first get out of bed.

Eh, it's cool now -- original post has been edited, so everyone can go loose with as many as they'd like XD

jerry decided it was best just to run back out the hole he had arrived in....but he turned to find the hole was nowhere to be see.....

The gnome soldiers were catching up to him. He was about to be cornered! He would have to defend himself somehow...

he tried to fight using the soil threader, but there were too many gnomes. They started to pile over him, and in a desperate attept to survive, he yelled at the top of his lungs:

I demand a trial by moonwalk!

The gnomes stopped and looked at one another. Whispers could be heard amongst them. "Moonwalk? Trial? How could an outsider know of such things?"

Little did they know, that while fighting Jerry had glimpsed the words "moonwalk" and "trial" etched onto the handle of the soil threader, scratched awkwardly into the metal as though carved by hand, with the word "moonwalk" underlined three times in blood.

The eldest gnome stepped forward. "It can't be helped," he declared, "the invader has declared a trial, and a trial he shall have!"

A gaggle of gnomes poked and prodded Jerry into a dilapidated hut on the outskirts of the kingdom. They shoved him into the dirt and as he looked up to survey the room a tattered cloth was flung onto his face. "Put on the prospect's garb! The customs of our trial demand it!" Jerry unraveled it to find it was a mere loin cloth, old blood stains checkered the fabric.

He slouched before the raving gnomes screaming "Moonwalk!" with his face burning red and his hands protecting his manhood; he suddenly didn't care so much about his grandfather's watch.