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Thought I'd start a more creative game. The rules are simple. You must write a piece of writing using the word, object and action that the previous person gave to you. You can write a completely random piece or link onto the scene of the previous player.

E.g.

Player 1 posts: "Max walked down the street." Prompt for next player: word: pretty, object: pillow, action: laugh

Player 2 posts: "Jack was holding a pillow, laughing as he yelled out to Max "you are so pretty!"" word: Dog, object: pole, action: flies

so on and so fourth...

I'll start using the prompts word: "word", "object" and "action" just to get the ball rolling.

Lucia was trying to learn WORDs from an OBJECT that she found in a garage sale: an elvish book. She was sitting at the nearby park, trying to make sense of it, wondering what the best ACTION to take would be in order for her to learn it more quickly.

Word: flap
Object: seat
Action: taste

The morning air was crisp, and yet the breeze foretold of a warmer day ahead. The sounds of life that droned on meaninglessly were muted by cheerful music playing merrily in a set of AirPods worn by a man seated at a wrought iron table. The quaint little Parisian café sat in the midst of a bustling thoroughfare where it's patrons were often in too much of a hurry to enjoy it's rustic appeal.

And yet there he sat, one James Moriarty, consulting criminal, glued to his cellphone and inattentive to the world around him. There was a furrow to his brow as he squinted disapprovingly at the small, offending screen that glared mockingly back at him. Another sequence of numbers were administered with a quick succession of strokes along the digital keypad, and then he waited for a response from the other end. When the bouncing dots failed to show right then and there, Jim dropped the phone discourteously on the table.

There was a bored sigh that came next despite the spirited efforts of the ever talented Taylor Swift. Rather, Jim watched dully as the whorls of steam danced upward from his latte while an index finger traced idly along the rim of his mug. Another mild draft pushed it's way through the café catching the ends of his long Westwood coat, and the leathered edges flapped against the rigid, ornate metal of his chair.

Before he could drift further and slip away into his psychosis, a perky chime sounded interrupting his music. Moriarty comes to, a hand reaching out to grasp the only device capable of connecting him to his goals at the moment. A returned set of seemingly pointless numbers were splayed across his screen from a sender who's identity was simply displayed as 'Tiger.'

Jim's cynicism shifted to elation, and he quickly provided one final, condemning cipher, eagerly tapping away at his phone knowing the changes that were about to be made for all of London. It was then that the Napoleon of Crime brandished a smile of pure, unshakable confidence. Things were going to be different from here on out, and it was all because of him.

James Moriarty raised his stark white mug to his lips and took a careful sip. Vengeance never tasted so sweet...

Word: Haunting
Object: Tea
Action: Pass

[ I have been waiting for some time off from work to play this one. It's a very clever idea, and I look forward to seeing what creative things people come up with! ]