(because I'm all about games these days):
One sentence stories based on book covers.
If you feel creative,
you can always write your own!
when she realized she hadn't washed her hands,
Joanna regretted super-gluing Margaret's hand to the window —
it was going to be a long afternoon.
Mr. Wasaman tried to reign in the car, but it was too late:
the Distorted-Perspective Baby Gang had found them
and already poor Timothy's head was leaning off-kilter.
Everyone kept smiling,
but it felt forced now that they knew
the dark mop-like figure wasn't actually a dog...
how much had he seen and who would he tell?
Someone had replaced her machete
with a streamer;
revenge would have to be taken —
but only after the next arabesque.
Fido knew the cat was watching,
but he didn't care;
New York had just legalized gay marriages
and there was nothing the feline could say about them now.
Like this game?
I might have one more for us soon!