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Or a line or two of a story, anyway... it's a game. We all tell one story, in snips and pieces, and finish each other's sentences.
...An artist named Dominic liked to travel from city to city to draw everything that he saw. One day in a coffee shop, he ran into something that...
That he found his lost to begin again his writings..And when he......
(Sounds fun):)
...when he had wandered all afternoon, he found himself on a bizarre road made of black bricks. He forgot his lostness at this sight, and sat down to draw. Just then...
then he start rawing and drawing and at the last he found him self drawn a.....
He had drawn a set of eyes on the background of a strange triangular building, under a million stars. They eyes seemed to stare at him, straight into his soul. He shivered. He didn't remember drawing this, but watching his own hand form the shapes of this place he'd never seen, and these eyes...
There was nothing here but an empty black road and signs of a storm coming as the night came on. He stashed away his drawing and walked on, hoping for signs of the next civilisation before the storm became very bad. No such luck.