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Story Title: One, two, three ...
Please write six sentences using one of these words in each sentence in the given order.
After you finish give your six words so the next person would carry on the same way.
Cold, Tree, Fast, Forced, Mute, Grow
2. I crashed into a tree and hurt my leg.
3. I ran as fast as I could.
4. Two years ago, I was forced to take up viola and am really glad I was because I love it so much.
5. I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my violin mute in the music room at school.
6. I wish i could grow bigger so I can play viola more easily.
Six words: percussion, love, music, impossible, tumor, chocolate.
percussion, love, music, impossible, tumour, chocolate.
The night was dark, calm and warm when I suddenly woke up on the sofa and it took me good few seconds (in the dark suddenly awake it feels like hours) that it was a sound of percussion that woke me up. All the love of playing instruments that I would normally declare during the day was gone and it turned out that it was only worth one interrupted sleep. At first I wanted to just call it a noise and run out to just stop it but by the time I switched on the light, found my sleepers and bathrobe I had to be honest to myself, admit it was beautiful music and sit on the chair listening to it. It wasn't as elaborate and complex as classical music nor as banal as a song and no, by no means it wasn't jazz but probably the reason that it was impossible to classify made it so mesmerising.