Aleastory
/'æ.lɪ.ə.stɔː.ɹi/
noun: an aleatoric story
This was a collaborative storywriting project that ran from June 2018 - May 2019. Here are the stories everyone wrote.
May 10, 2019
Tomorrow we go.
May 9, 2019
Why do we have?
May 7, 2019
Hello.
October 19, 2018
Happy birthday my love.
September 2, 2018
Busses gonna bus.
August 16, 2018
sadness of forgetting someone
August 12, 2018
When I first
August 11, 2018
winds of change were afoot. my friends bunted each other. meanwhile Sally and Eustace and Big Frank MacDuff read about domination for the pop quiz. Weirdly, nobody wanted to be the sub. Their usual professor was ill, hence the need for a sub to begin with.
August 10, 2018
illustration helped me follow the instructions
July 30, 2018
Photosynthesis is the only reason I survived. I knew about plants.
July 25, 2018
The rain finally stopped, and I did too.
July 24, 2018
There are two ways to win an argument.
July 22, 2018
Podcasters are sexy boys but they can get serious when they need to.
July 19, 2018
There once was a man with £20.
July 17, 2018
Wings! How did he manage to grow wings?
July 16, 2018
She carried her chains, trying to prevent them making a noise and alerting King Bucket.
July 15, 2018
Tiptoeing past the half open door, I saw two men inside.
July 14, 2018
snippet snappet.
July 13, 2018
The dirty wind blew and the smelly air wafted by my nose. Albert looked towards me, confused, and pulled me to the floor. He rasped into my ear, "run".
July 12, 2018
"I can hear it," she said. The wind howled. "It's getting closer." A dull rumbling in the distance grew louder, it began to make the floor tremble.
July 11, 2018
To be, or not to be.
July 10, 2018
I have. You have not. He has. We.
July 9, 2018
If a table is sat on, does that make it a chair? "No", said I. A cool guy once said, that tables are tables.
July 8, 2018
Do you know what’s weird? You. Embrace it.
July 7, 2018
My exhausted limbs flailed. King Bucket frowned deeply, as I Freckles tumbled down the rather steep stairs. Silly Freckles. King Bucket scoffed. “Foolish Freckles”, said the King, “you are no match for my mighty stairs." The stairs weren't even that cool. Yet there were more than enough steps to teach Freckles a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. 6 was the magic number. 7 was not. Dusting the ground was Nugget, who disliked Freckles.
July 6, 2018
Funnily enough, though people smiled the smile, they did not laugh. Instead, they had an air of discontentment. Why did they eat eachother if it made everyone so unhappy? Hunger. Hunger was the motivation and boy, was it powerful. Never before had human flesh tasted so incredibly cranberry-like. with tender loins and red flesh.
July 5, 2018
Your demeanour reminds me of a forlorn oblong sky dark and cold in November. Crip, a snappier word for it than the usual. Why do you torture me with ballons full of icy coffee? balls. Outside serenades of summer song birds contrasts the chilling reality of their morbid existance plummeting past gleefully forelorn gems that glisten like stars. Inside, you stare at me with a disappointment unlike tomorrow. A reflection of our growing realisation that we no longer matter. That we no longer linguistically conduct ourselves freely. Was this how it was supposed to end? No matter where I laughed or cried or slept, Jib would enter the arcade toilet to snip a squirrel's fur. It slithered
July 4, 2018
I ruminate on my existence and am chastened by my smallness. Tomorrow, I will die.
July 3, 2018
My foot ached, my mind froze, life? became better instantly again. Pain focused my purpose: killing robots. especially the most dangerous robot of all: Lord Robot.
July 2, 2018
Jane watched as the cool breeze blew over her cool face. Cool in the sense of RayBans not in the sense of cold. Although the coolness didn't last very long; she noticed a dark figure running towards her. As it got near, the RayBanesque mask slipped.
July 1, 2018
"What?" he asked. Absolutely nothing. Why do you reconcile chickens familiar with discovering forgotten treasures. "Well, it's simply practicality." How else would I locate the land of opportunity? Well, to be brutally honest, I am not sure it's real. Well, that's a bummer.
June 30, 2018
It was a cold and dark evening, nobody was around. I walked towards the dark shadow looming overhead. I heard a voice from behind saying 'allo there, what brings a detective to my territory?' Murder, he said. Yes. Are you sure? Looks like he slipped and fell to me. Onto an axe? Happens all the time around here. We haven't had a murder in years. What about accidents? Tuesday, I think. Mr Salmon, caught a stray arrow in the neck. These things happen, you know. He shrugged. I think he was just bullshitting to be honest. I mean really? That's when I knew I was standing next to the killer. He crept towards the chimney carpet and a cat appeared. Its fur was long and ginger, with dark patches. I ran.
June 29, 2018
Everyone turned around and saw a huge dog walking along a wall. Suddenly there was a loud explosion which caused many people to go deaf. Afterwards, they cried horribly and ate biscuits with beer. Tasty egg biscuits. Then a wizard appeared. That was unexpected. “Hello” said the Wizard. I have a large television and it is great.