Paragraph Prompt

[Spaz]

This is something I do if I feel like I'm suffering from writer's block and does quite well to exercise creative writing.

You are given a word, which you have to write a paragraph for. Once you have done so, you suggest another word so that the person after you has something fresh to write from.

Rules are simple, don't break any TML rules and please try not to repeat a word.

Words used so far:
grocery
wallet
doll
Tokyo
gender
fork
never
triumph

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

The sky was pitch black with the cresent moon hovering high above the clouds when I visited the grocery store yesterday at 3:00 AM. My mission was the retrieval of a special sweet beyond all treats, a dessert I had been craving for days because of its alluring delights; a mouth-watering ice cream cone with a delicious chocolate-coated outside and creamy vanilla inside. I have no idea why, but I just felt this strong urge to eat this ice cream cone. But how did I obtain it at such an early time of the morning when no workers were present? Take a guess. Nevermind, I will tell you. I busted down the grocery store door with one swift ninja-style kick, raced around the store in a frenzy while showing off my superior ninja poses for the cameras, got a huge box of the ice cream cones out of the refrigorator in a snap, and high-tailed it out of there before the blaring sirens and flashing lights of police cars prowled onto the premises. To top it all off, I wore a cool hood and an orange jumpsuit! The cops could not catch me jumping around, anyways, and the last one who tried to stop me burst out laughing at me when I started yelling Naruto catchphrases. Laughing at Naruto - unforgivable! But he would forgive you, so I did not use any Jutsu on you. You say I have to pay? Well, I have no quarters and real ninjas are too cool to pay for anything when we spend our days watching Naruto on our laptops and munching on pocky and ramen. What ninja carries around spare coins? And that, dear friends, is how my mission was completed, The Ice Cream Thief Attempt. It was successfully stolen and I managed to use the new ninja skills I had learned from episode one billion of Naruto the night before. My inner fanboy hopes Naruto would be proud of my efforts. Because I am a real ninja who steals from grocery stores, you know!

{Perhaps a bit /to/ creative.

Inspired by my desire to have one of those ice cream things since Tuesday. And yes, I have no idea what is going on in my head right now and I cannot stop laughing at how dumb this entire paragraph sounds. Please someone make the next paragraph normal.}

Next Word: wallet

[Zelda]

The happy-go-lucky nation practically skipped down the street, carrying a Gamestop bag in one hand and a McDonald's in the other. He was having a pretty good day so far; he had a Big Mac and he'd gotten Japan's new game, Zombie Massacre 7, early by bribing the cashier. So he paid twice as much as he'd have to spend if he waited only a week for the game to be officially released. It was totally worth it, in his opinion. Inwardly, Alfred denied adamantly that he was a shopaholic when his more rational side questioned his judgment. O-of course the game is worth it. Heroes don't make mistakes! America thought, trying to reassure himself with a weak, unconvincing smile. As he walked, it eventually morphed into a wide grin, thinking of all the zombie butt he'd be kicking later. He was always right, and money wasn't a problem. Alfred could just guilt the other nations into lending him a little dough. After all, he'd saved all of their skins at one point. Because he's the hero! On that note and what in his mind was a never-emptying wallet, he continued as he whistled the Star Spangled Banner.

[[ YAY HETALIA. *shot* I was planning on making this depressing and having America be living in a cardboard box of something, but it turned into one of those "yay America is the best place evurr we have an infinite supply of EVERYTHING~" things. And yes I know I just made that up. >>;;

Next word: doll ]]

[Spaz]

Mary tilted her head, thinking for a moment as she stared at the thing on the table as the gentle hum of ever present technology saturated the air. Suddenly, as if spooked by it, she got up and retreated to a corner of the kitchen, making herself a cup of earl grey tea. The steam twirled and twisted as it rose in to the air, but she merely stared through the beauty of nature and instead focusing on the abomination. At first glance, it was innocent enough: Gold curls made from the finest synthetics, tickling the faux red cheeks and smooth beige skin. It was dressed in a late Victorian era dress, the conservative length balanced by the variety of frills and doodads present on it . No, what was so odd was the eyes... or lack thereof. Normally, the dolls bangs would be long enough to overhang the eyes and it would be held close to the chest when carried, further decreasing the chance someone would notice. To most, such a deficiency would send it to the trash compactor or dematerializer, but Mary knew by the twin imperfections that this doll was not just a child's toy.

(Don't ask. XD

Next word: Tokyo)

[Tyto]

Dust and soot all over everything nowadays, can't even make out any words on half of the signs now and what is there looks like gibberish, how the hell was this ever a language? Ton of crap all over the ground, these guys obviously didn't care too much about keeping it clean. ...Yes, I know, still, there's too much garbage just from the explosions. Some of it looks like it's from those skeleton stores a while back. I guess no-one took care of their junk a couple hundred years ago, huh? What'd you say this place was called? ...To-what? Whatever, it's a garbage heap now, anyways, let's just grab the scrap metal and scram, my mask's getting tight, man, I'm sweatin' like a pig. ...Ugh, I just stepped on some kid's toy. -Oh, shut up, retard. I just don't like the idea of messin' up something some brat loved forever ago. ...Yeah. Just junk anyways. Don't go tellin' anyone at base about that. Grab that railing and let's get out of here.

((idefk
Next word: gender ))

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

One night several days ago, there was a little girl who stayed on her laptop surfing dA and watching weird YouTube videos because she was depressingly bored. Suddenly, she heard a noise in the kitchen of her house and went to investigate. When she got there she peeked inside and saw magical, dancing walnuts floating high above the kitchen table and smashing themselves against the ceiling. Mortified, she screamed in terror as they recognized her presence and chased her back to her bedroom. She hid under her blue bedcovers as the sadistic walnuts savagely pelted themselves against the soft fabric. The little girl cried out in bewilderment and unhappiness, but her parents nor little brother came to save her because they were actually dreaming of pleasant things. Somehow the walnuts also managed to hit her laptop to the ground, successfully damaging it as purple sparks flew from it and zapped around the room like lightning. Then the walnuts disappeared with a final evil cackle of victory and pride. It was not known what gender the strange Walnut Ghost was to commit such a horrendous act, but it was frightening and bloodcurdling all the same, regardless of their identity. What gender of a person was insane enough to possess walnuts, anyway? From then on, the girl vowed never to stay up late on a school night on the Internet, even if it was fun, or whether she was watching the most action-packed anime on Earth. It just was not worth being harassed by an army of ghost walnuts. Plus, she was scared of walnuts for the rest of her life and never ate them again.

Next Word: fork

[Zelda]

The Romeo and Juliet of eating utensils: Miss Fork and Spoon Jr.

When Spoon Jr. had been set down next to her at the dinner party, he knew it was love at first sight. She was a beautiful, sparkling, sterling silver with intricate metalworking in the handle and thin, delicate tines. He instantly worried about his own appearance; was he too plain? Were there fingerprints on his handle? Did his spoon look big? His father, just a plate away, noticed his internal fretting and made his way over (I honestly don't know how xD). Spoon Sr. pulled his son to the side to chastise him; a spoon could never marry a fork, he had said sternly. Spoon Jr. craned his neck to glance at the beautiful fork, who was also receiving a lecture from her own parents. Did she feel the same way about him? His heart skipped a beat at the possibility. It was near dinner, so all utensils hurried back to their proper places, Spoon Jr. blushing as he took his spot next to the pretty little fork. The meal went swimmingly, and after the person was done, they had even placed the two pieces of cutlery down so that they were slightly brushing. At that moment, they declared their love for each other, even though it was forbidden, and planned a way to run away together. So they did (somehow), had little spork children, and lived happily ever after.

Next word: "never"

[xDD Don't even ask.]

[Elite]

“Never! Never never never never never!” My voice was hoarse from all my protesting, but she still insisted on pushing that sparkling pink dress onto me, cooing all the while about how cute I’d look in it. It made me want to scoff, to yell, to rage. Cute? I’m a boy, God dammit! Of course, with her, even the unwritten laws of society and gender role were broken just for her amusement. She herself was wearing a tuxedo-- my freaking tuxedo-- and was grinning at me smugly. God knows what was going on in her mind right now, but if history truly does repeat itself, I’d guess that I had no hope for escape. She looked me straight in the eyes, and I could have sworn that her piercing gaze had caught sight of my defeat because she gave that knowing smile and winked.

“Never say never.”

(( I don't even know what that was. xD;;

Next word: triumph ))

[Zelda]

The little future Otaku slipped out from underneath her Pokemon-print covers, quietly touching down on the squeaky wood flooring. That would have been a problem had the rest of the household not been occupied with their various nocturnal activities. Sarah was on the computer in the dark study, doing whatever it was she did at such an absurd hour, and would most likely not hear the quiet pitter-pattering of sock feet going down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. A stray animal would occasionally amble past either sleepwalking or with a bored expression--or in Mr. Tibbles' case, a deceivingly innocent one--but the girl was lucky to be on most of the pets' good sides. She tiptoed by the door to Sarin's room, hearing the unmistakable clicking of either a keyboard or some type of game controller from within and relaxed. All she had to clear was Josh's room, and by the faint snoring, the brunette knew she was in the clear. Hurrying into the dark, shadowy kitchen, she quickly pinpointed her target: the Snorlax cookie jar on the counter. It was both barely out of her reach and guarded at all hours, so she rarely had the chance to nick a cookie or two, but now it was all hers. She reached a slightly pudgy little arm up, hand outstretched, but she was barely taller than the counter itself. With a frown, she tried again, boosting herself a little by getting on her tippy-toes and holding herself up with the other arm. After much straining and patience, the container was slid closer to the edge and finally into her young, chubby hands. Triumph! Eager to nibble on her spoils, she sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, cradling the Pokemon and took the lid--the Snorlax's head--off.
"Zelda, what are you doing?" Said girl looked up to see that fuzzy, evil little bunny in her mother's arms.

Next word: culture (or culture-shock)

[Elite]

It was strange, having everyone stare at me. I mean, I knew I wasn’t pretty or anything, but I wasn’t all that bad looking either. I guess it was because I looked nothing like them; my fair features were stark against the darkness surrounding me. I was a foreigner. An outsider. An alien. That was all I’d ever seem, to them. All those years studying their language, their culture, their very way of life, suddenly became meaningless just because I looked different. It was frustrating. Before I moved here, I was in love with the people. I didn’t even know them, but I loved them. I wasn’t sure where all my romanticized dreams came from-- probably the books I read, and the courses I took in college. A lot of people always said that what you read was different from the real thing, but that actually wasn’t true here. It was exactly like what I read, and it really did seem nice, at first. But then the reality of it all set in. I wasn’t one of them. I never would be. And they made sure to remind me of that whenever they could. Take just now for instance-- I was only walking down the street, and everyone I passed just wouldn’t stop looking at me. I might as well have been some zoo animal or something. Some exotic creature whose sole purpose was amusing humans. It made me miss my hometown. Back at home, I felt out of the loop too, but not so much as here. There, I wasn’t constantly reminded that I was alone. They just let me be. I blended in with everyone else. It was almost funny; that’s what I tried to escape when moving here, blending in. I wanted something new, something different. Or maybe I wanted to be someone new and different. Have a clean slate and try to turn my life for the better. Either way, it didn’t matter. I didn’t belong there, and I certainly don’t belong here. It made me wonder, though… just where did I belong?

(( ... That was a fail excuse of keeping the thread alive. xD; But I digress....

Next word: Cold ))