Discussion in 'Collaborative Stories' started by MrBF1V3, Sep 5, 2007.
A winner. No joke. So are Hereford Eye's and Getheli's.
The gravelly wind was as delightful as ever in the mornings when he fed his pony the peppers and squirrels.
Here's a couple I've come up with.
As long as I live he'll haunt me, taunt me, then destroy me. There's only one escape for me ... for both of us.
For the first time she looked at her bed. She saw herself. A semblance of herself. Nightie drawn over her hips. Bed clothes in disarray.......
To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.
Robert Beck was tired of being intimidated and humiliated by Mr. Walsh, his boss, so one Friday Robert shot him.
I'll have a go!!!!
"I don't care what love is," said the nymph almost uncertainly.
"But don't you want to know?" replied Shade, and his fingers brushed her cheek.
"Era, oh my gosh, no..." he sobbed into her body as she lay cold as ice on the floor.
The hill collapsed, and the rider screamed in terror as her mount slid over the cliff. The last thing he saw were her sorrowful eyes.
"I....I want to stay," she whispered.
He turned to face her in a sudden, fierce, hope. "Really?" he breathed.
She hesitated in the doorway.
She laughed; it was the most joyous thing he had heard in all his years. If only it had been that way before the accident.....
The horse reared and galloped towards the enemy, his black mane rippling like the depths of a cold, dark sea, and all was well.
Well, did you like? I hope.....some of these I might use in my books, but whatever. Hope you enjoy.....
Here's a few I came up with while reading the thread:
And then a few from my own stories:
"The first thing I saw when I stepped into my Uncle's embalming room was a filthy, plastic mop bucket."
A thousand fingers pointed to the sky. The light became so bright that the people cringed, and covered their eyes.
"My fairies will saturate your kingdom in pestilence!"
The dark figure loomed over my prone body. He swung the giant scabbard toward my head. All at once, his chest exploded in a blaze of red.
He stared at the corpus delecti. "This is the cadaver?"
"No, you stupid toad. Put down that pickle. Roxy, stop staring."
I hope you like...
The little girl is only nine years old, but she knows blood when she sees it. She remembers that day she fell off her bike and grazed her knee.
With the fifth recital of Jamie's murmured chant, Jenny fell backwards, limp, mid-sentence. The Bottle rattled on its base, twirling until it threatened to topple.
It made her sick, and that was the truth of it, to see Mother liking the saw like that. Especially since Claire had seen what it did to her.
Welcome to my Dalek poetry reading, this one's called daffodils:
I like this thread......
"The dying words of my grandfather were meant to be heard, but they tumbled between his feeble lips like withered moths with his final breath and were crushed by a roar of thunder."
okay, some more. I like this thread.
I find that most writing deals with the sense of sight, or sound. Very few people ever attempt to write descriptives dealing with the sense of smell. Perhaps because it is unnervingly difficult, or perhaps because it just doesn't occur; I'm not sure.
In any case, when I was in highschool -- oh, so many years ago -- I began a short story with a line dealing with the sense of smell. I don't know if it's a 'hook', or even worth keeping, but I'll throw it into the mix:
The docks were old, salty smelling, and given to the occasional waft of sun-dried fish.
Interesting. I never realized that. Well, I'll give it a go...
How does one overthrow an empire? he thought. "Simple is best," he whispered, wheeling around to face his Emperor. His sword sang in its flight.
This is a very good thread. Lets give it a go...
in response to Remaxx comment...
An sf first line - I think I'll work this up into a short and see how many different minds I can fit in one brain...
That one is great.
I like this thread....
I realy love that thread!
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