Illustration by W.W. Denslow
It’s time once again for Build A Story With Bryan! Our first round is a story in verse that be rhymin’. I’ve started us out with the first four lines, and you adding on to them is the whole design. Two lines per builder are preferred but one line will do, any participation at all in this madness will be a major coup.
Below’s how we start, in 36 words I’m relaying, and thank you as always for reading and playing.
The old man who smelled of memory loss leaned in
He said “Pull my finger” then grinned
It felt cold and omniscient as a skeleton key
And once tugged a door did fall open before me.
The past lay before me, all musty and grim.
My hope for some cheer grew depressingly slim.
I first saw my teacher, from elementary school,
Who said I was foolish, as well as a fool.
No Fool I am,said I,proudly
It is you I proclaimed loudly