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Thursday, May 6, 2010, at 12:51 am. Tagged , , , , . Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.

24 Comments

  1. p4 wrote:

    genius

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 2:41 am | Permalink
  2. logos_phobos wrote:

    Troubling… just as it began to reach a climax, you pull the rug. But my feeling for the moment clarified and asserted itself the more my description of it disintegrated and faltered.

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 2:58 am | Permalink
  3. pwnmonkey wrote:

    What the cuss

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 3:11 am | Permalink
  4. Rexman wrote:

    I’ve got nothing.

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 4:01 am | Permalink
  5. Ava Avane Dawn wrote:

    I dig my fingers deep into the crevices of her ribcage as the sweet scent of cunt fills my mind. She whimpers as I press down on her nerves and when she does I pull her head back and tells her to suck my tongue.

    Not one word is spoken.

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 5:07 am | Permalink
  6. Bennett wrote:

    really good

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 11:58 am | Permalink
  7. Christine wrote:

    The first words in mine were “it never could have lasted.”

    I feel we are distressingly on the same page. Brilliant.

    Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 3:42 pm | Permalink
  8. agj wrote:

    Ah.

    Sunday, May 9, 2010 at 3:40 am | Permalink
  9. george wrote:

    fantastic work.

    Sunday, May 9, 2010 at 9:50 pm | Permalink
  10. Jasper Byrne wrote:

    I felt hurt that my vignette I’d carefully composed was sucked into the ether. I initially thought you might be interested in what people would write with a min. word count forced upon them, a sort of anti-Twitter if you like… but what did happen was intellectually pleasing too.

    Tuesday, May 11, 2010 at 11:52 am | Permalink
  11. Zaratustra wrote:

    this should be implemented in the comment posts too

    Tuesday, May 11, 2010 at 5:21 pm | Permalink
  12. Bennett wrote:

    more like, it should be implemented in every comments section on the entire internet.

    Tuesday, May 11, 2010 at 11:55 pm | Permalink
  13. Peter wrote:

    This was way more effective than it had any right to be.

    Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 6:04 pm | Permalink
  14. Emriss wrote:

    …

    Touching. I play notgames like this in the hopes of finding something like this, that really speaks to me. I’m glad.

    Saturday, May 29, 2010 at 2:09 am | Permalink
  15. Marc wrote:

    …After all, nothing lasts forever!

    Monday, November 8, 2010 at 8:46 am | Permalink
  16. Michael wrote:

    I only cried “oh my god” when my carefully reconstructed memories started to fade away.

    Brillant, a unique experience,…

    Sunday, December 19, 2010 at 8:36 pm | Permalink
  17. Flopsy wrote:

    I’m afraid I’m going to have to call “emo garbage” on this.

    Thursday, January 6, 2011 at 3:21 pm | Permalink
  18. Alex A wrote:

    ‘two people, matthew bench in hands to as evening go sarah her to and softly’

    Wednesday, January 19, 2011 at 3:17 pm | Permalink
  19. guy wrote:

    dick move bro

    Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 4:52 am | Permalink
  20. LRS wrote:

    i am beginning to derive pleasure from the white noise that constantly surrounds me. when people speak the noise breaks into many colorful chords and i feel they might be meaningful. the noise is never brighter than when you are alone with me. in those moments it all falls aw

    Thursday, March 24, 2011 at 10:10 am | Permalink
  21. vivlo wrote:

    very sweet indeed, funny how seeing it fading away makes me even more willing to describe and revive it

    Tuesday, April 26, 2011 at 11:23 pm | Permalink
  22. MitochondrialAdam wrote:

    Huusssshhhhh

    Monday, April 23, 2012 at 7:43 pm | Permalink
  23. Zirikana wrote:

    I’m wondering what percentage of people who play this game have a specific, vivid memory in mind when they begin to compose their “50 words”, and how many decide to write something more or less fictional…

    Sunday, November 11, 2012 at 3:50 am | Permalink
  24. ALL SHE wrote:

    You find yourself in a room. There is a button there. You press the button. Pressing the button is satisfying. You press the button again. You press the button again. You press the button again. You find yourself unable to stop pressing the button. You find yourself unable to stop

    Wednesday, January 4, 2017 at 9:52 pm | Permalink