The alley was dark and wet. The passing rain made the cement slick. Too bad it wasn't the reason I slipped. She slipped because of the giant banana. My polka dot pink rain boots were no match for that nutritious banana. The banana was wet, cold, yet still had power. The gin sat on the wet cement, petrified of the banana. Although I was butthurt and wet, the banana remained fresh. No ooze of its nutrition gone.
-Started by Julianna F.
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One Sentence Stories
General FictionHere are the stories that we wrote when we played one-sentence stories! Enjoy! *Property of GPHS Literature Club, and all 6 of the authors who contributed to these masterpieces one-by-one. We reserve all rights to the stories in this book.*
