Continue This Story: Carpet

Continue this story production presents: Carpet
What happens is basically you continue the story prompt below. You have a minimum of one sentence and a maximum of seven sentences to explain what happens next. So here's the prompt, LET THE STORY BEGIN!!!
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As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house?

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom.

((Wow, that's so weird, I was thinking the same thing!))
As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. [b]"Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean?

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing?

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.