This an Exquisite Corpse. An Exquisite Corpse is a writing or art game where you complete the story, poem or drawing in parts. Each author or artist cannot see the previous artists/writers work. In this case we are writing a poem together. It is a poem about anything. This is our Exquisite Corpse we will write together.
In this case there is no restriction on words. This EC goes until we get to 100. Some numbers may be repeated. If they do they will entered in the order they were received.
Instructions
Here is how this will work. When you loaded this page there was a number loaded below. It is a random number. In order to play, you will write your random number in the comment below along with 1 line of poetry. For example if your number is 1E, write 1E in the comment with your line of poetry. Write only one line. If you want to write more than one line, reload the page for a new number.
Once we have enough lines between 25 and 100, we will show the results. That means I’ll collect all the lines, put them in order, and then I will publish the poem we have created.
Your Number is (write in the comment with your line of poetry)
1a
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Her nails were painted a bright tangerine, hanging though they were off the satin casket lining, grazing the wood, almost as if they were little kumquats.
Echoing loudly, the sound of her screams traveled farther and faster than I could have imagined
17
She inhaled the darkness as if it was life fuel.
14
And down she walked into the garnerd silence.
Her heart throbbed as her the boos left her body!
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Her Heart Throbbed as the blood left her body
and looked back for the last time in his direction.
13
A winter breeze clasped and mingled its fingers with the lofty tendrils of fruitless branches.
7
The wooden floor groaned and the door screamed has I made my way into the dark hut
5 So much to seethe about. And so much to leave.
53
When the spirit moves through me ;it’s much more than a feeling ,that I can’t control.
And therefore it grows.