They take eight words at random, and invents a short story that should hold them.
Easy and fun! Try you too ...
eight words (the macrobiotic restaurant after hearing): child, salts, the main traffic lights, pizza, octopus, stables, pig.
PROPHECIES
Sometimes Carolina De Nobis thought back to his life without understanding how he managed to finish from riches to rags in this way.
you from such an esteemed and well known family, so that his grandfather had been an inspiration of the same DeAmicis which had made the main character of the book Heart. The most incisive and extraordinary to be clear, certainly more memorable than those of other pushovers Bottini or worse, Garrone.
She, who was raised in small pastries stuffed groups of the Camargue and slept between white cotton sheets of Persia, who was swimming in the pool only if they were paid copious handfuls of Dead Sea salts and always wore silk gloves Japanese, was now reduced to wash cups and receipts to beat case of a restaurant. How could this happen?
He should have listened to his father lamented. The late Earl De Nobis had always told him.
My child - he said - remember that the Dutch are all pigs!
Actually his father was so angry with the Dutch, the Netherlands and all just to be generous, because of a jockey who had made him Dordrecht lose more than a property play. But Carolina was not this bad omen came into my head and twenty-two years had fled along with Hans, sculptor anarchist Rotterdam penniless and with little talent. His most famous creation was "against the traffic light power", a complaint about the road signs is a conspiracy of the powerful to keep us subjugated, and to express the sense of rebellion against the dictatorship that unbearable light of Hans had all the lights switched. The only problem was that Hans had released his masterpiece at the main intersection of town, sending a crisis in the rush hour traffic and causing several collisions so was finally arrested for destruction of public property.
Carolina Hans had left and returned home, but in the meantime his father had played the horses, jockeys and a Neapolitan, all that remained of their property.
Oh, watch out for Naples, told the father-exhaling its last breath - they're all pigs!
And now, as if she had fallen on an anathema, he found himself with Gaetano, Neapolitan cook, manage a pizzeria Posillipo with lots of neon sign that said this: "From the Contessa, a specialty stuffed octopus!" .
you from such an esteemed and well known family, so that his grandfather had been an inspiration of the same DeAmicis which had made the main character of the book Heart. The most incisive and extraordinary to be clear, certainly more memorable than those of other pushovers Bottini or worse, Garrone.
She, who was raised in small pastries stuffed groups of the Camargue and slept between white cotton sheets of Persia, who was swimming in the pool only if they were paid copious handfuls of Dead Sea salts and always wore silk gloves Japanese, was now reduced to wash cups and receipts to beat case of a restaurant. How could this happen?
He should have listened to his father lamented. The late Earl De Nobis had always told him.
My child - he said - remember that the Dutch are all pigs!
Actually his father was so angry with the Dutch, the Netherlands and all just to be generous, because of a jockey who had made him Dordrecht lose more than a property play. But Carolina was not this bad omen came into my head and twenty-two years had fled along with Hans, sculptor anarchist Rotterdam penniless and with little talent. His most famous creation was "against the traffic light power", a complaint about the road signs is a conspiracy of the powerful to keep us subjugated, and to express the sense of rebellion against the dictatorship that unbearable light of Hans had all the lights switched. The only problem was that Hans had released his masterpiece at the main intersection of town, sending a crisis in the rush hour traffic and causing several collisions so was finally arrested for destruction of public property.
Carolina Hans had left and returned home, but in the meantime his father had played the horses, jockeys and a Neapolitan, all that remained of their property.
Oh, watch out for Naples, told the father-exhaling its last breath - they're all pigs!
And now, as if she had fallen on an anathema, he found himself with Gaetano, Neapolitan cook, manage a pizzeria Posillipo with lots of neon sign that said this: "From the Contessa, a specialty stuffed octopus!" .
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