Creating A Specific Scene

I’m going to give you three words. Please add three words of your own. You can either replace a word or add a new word, but you only get three chances. Only three each. Our goal is to create a scene that we all can picture quite easily. Here we go:

Alberta blinked again.

33 responses to “Creating A Specific Scene

  1. Alberta blinked again at the sight.

  2. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles.

  3. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering

  4. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz.

  5. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh! Candles again?

  6. Peanut Beranski (aka Becca)

    Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh! Candles again? Stop the madness!

  7. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh! Candles again? Stop the madness! Bring me champagne!

  8. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!

  9. Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne! Raven retorted, “Nevermore”.

  10. ’Round midnight dreary, Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne! Raven retorted, “Nevermore”.

  11. …or, with a simple comma-shift:

    ’Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne! Raven retorted, “Nevermore”.

  12. ’Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne! Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!”

  13. ‘Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne! Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

  14. ‘Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed.

  15. ‘Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Alberta turned towards

  16. ‘Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband.

  17. “Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exesperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars.

  18. “Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! Bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exesperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars, Lars.”

  19. “Round midnight, dreary Qlberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! brng me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeeth husband, younr Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

  20. ’Round midnight, dreary Qlberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”

  21. Oops, I just noticed Alberta became Qlberta somewhere in her confusion…

    ’Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”

  22. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails.

  23. ’Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

  24. ’Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins.

  25. “Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises.

  26. “Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. Alberta takes center-stage.

  27. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed. Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. The trousers fall.

  28. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed, Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. The trousers fall. Lars’ flaws exposed.

  29. Internet’s messing with me and won’t let me copy the last addition unless I copy ALL 28 comments. SDo here’s my addition:

    “Lars! The trapeze!”

  30. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed, Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. The trousers fall. Lars’ flaws exposed.

    “Lars! The trapeze! We’re real swingers.”

  31. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.

    A door slammed, Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”

    “Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense.

    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. The trousers fall. Lars’ flaws exposed.

    “Lars! The trapeze! We’re real swingers.”

    “Swing and Miss!”

  32. Round midnight, dreary Alberta blinked again at the sight of the candles, their flames flickering, dancing a waltz. Oh no! Candles waltzing again? “Stop the madness! bring me less champagne!”

    Raven retorted, “Never more? Speak for yourself!” Raven was soused.
    A door slammed, Exasperated, Alberta turned towards her seventeenth husband, young Lars, “The jars Lars.”

    “Jars, always jars!”
    Moonshine-sippin’ etiquette.”
    A siren wails, indicating present tense
    Thus it begins. The curtain rises. The trousers fall. Lars’ flaws exposed.
    Lars! The trapeze! We’re real swingers.”
    Swing and Miss!”
    No net below.

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