Story Game

[ADandelion]

Rules: Write a story as a community. You add to the story by posting one sentence that builds on what people have written so far. Wait until someone else has posted after you before you post again. Pay attention to grammar and syntax, and try to follow the logic established beforehand.

[ADandelion]

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That night, he finally decided to revisit the street he had avoided for so long.

[Federate]

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He put on his fedora and paced towards his destination.

[hrai]

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He was hesitant, but his feet carried him nervously forward.

[KanadaHye]

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The dense fog was softly skirting in the horizon creating ghostly silhouettes as it floated gracefully under the flickering street lamps.

[Haykakan]

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Vivid memories rushed through his head for this was where he grew up and where his fate had started to unfold.

[KanadaHye]

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Images continued to scroll through his mind like a film reel and the smell of freshly cut garlic coming from behind the little old Italian restaurant triggered childhood memories of his Grandmother's Manti sauce.

[Haykakan]

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The rush of positive memories made him feel at home but he was here to face the very reason he had avoided his home town for so long.

[ADandelion]

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Through the haze of the air, thick and heavy with old scent, the bittersweet bite of a halcyon past stung him more sharply than the cold air he cut through, and as he raised his eyes to the archway he hadn't noticed himself approaching, he wondered what was more real - his recollections, or that door that beckoned to him like an estranged friend, like death.

[hrai]

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The door, that door, with it's solid oak and bold brass fixtures. The wood, tempered with age and the grain running into patterns, seemed to be smiling at him, beguiling. That door , oh, the things it had seen and the things that had passed through it. The things he had seen pass through it, things he'd hoped never to see again, things he thought he'd locked away in that safe place in his memory, never to be opened again.