Writers in Residence discussion

Someone says a boring sentence and the next poster will make it more interesting! Once the sentence is modified, whoever modified it will post a new boring sentence.
Example:
1st poster: I was scared.

2nd poster: my heart pounded at each sound. A creak. A light.

He smiled.

(Have fun!)

I ate some cereal this morning.

My stomach rumbled and I couldn't take my eyes off of the delicious sight. I knew Viana had told me not to touch it, but the bowl just called to me. But... why? Maybe she was just being greedy. I quickly snatched the spoon, sipping the milk and crunching on the Captain Crunch. But before I had even swallowed one mouthful, pain. The last thing I heard was Viana's voice saying, "I told you not to touch it."

I found my scale.

I blinked.

Nova wrote: "I blinked."

((We'll go with yours, but that is how it will go.))

"You have two options," a voice said behind me. I had been instructed not to talk. "You can either risk your life to save the world or save your life and risk the world. Blink once for 1st option, twice for second," I wanted to cry. But I knew what to do. I blinked.

I screamed.

((Cool! Now you say a boring sentence!))

Oh shoot, sorry, I wrote this this morning but never posted it😅 so this doesn't really go with anything, but oh well

Sentence: I shivered.

The sun beat down on my skin, amplifying that awful feeling of being hot while having chills. I hardly had the strength to even lift my head anymore, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye goosebumps prickling my arms. I took in shuddering breath, wondering for the hundredth time if it would be my last. How many hours I had been lying there by the side of that abandoned road, I'm not sure. Shivering in the heat, I forced myself to inhale once more, but I knew that staying alive was hopeless. I didn't bother trying for one more breath, didn't panic as black spots clouded my vision. I noticed someone walking toward me in the distance; no wait, they were running. This meant nothing to me though, as I seemed to have been hallucinating for the past hour or so. I dimly saw the man--for he was close enough now that I could see he was a man--kneel down next to me shaking my shoulders and saying something. For a little, I wondered whether I should find the strength to get up, or give in to unconsciousness. However, the decision was made for me. The last this I remember was a fist hurtling towards my face. After that, darkness.

Next sentence: He opened the book.

"You have no choice" said the stranger in the black mask. "I always have a choice."I stated. "You have no where to run, your traped with only a book in your hands. what are the going to do? throw the book at me? Read me a page of your stupid book? Let's end this. where is your murderer hiding?" he stated. I stood there for a second. then said, " you forget old man, that you should never underestimate the power of a book." and with that, he open the book and jumped in.

I Ran.

Legs, sore. Breath, shallow. Eyes, blurred.
I gasped for air. But it would not come. My weak legs wobbled. I can't collapse. I can't give up. "This isn't over" I had said the last words out loud but had not noticed.
A small sliver of determination returned and I focussed on the task ahead. I could feel them growing closer, and if I didn't get to the residence quickly, I would surely die.
I forced my legs to move again. Pain seared. But I would make it. I had to make it.

It was dark.

It was dark in the room, everything so silent, except for the ringing in her ears and the heavy breathing behind the door. She couldn't see a thing, but she knew that the thing behind the door was dangerous, and that it was coming fo her. She slowly backed away toward the wall, but accidentally knocked a pen off the table. She looked up in the direction of the door. The heavy breathing stilled.
Then the door flew open and she screamed.

Next sentence: She blew her nose.

She blew her nose, and the world behind her exploded. Well, not literally. But as soon as she showed a sign of sickness, her friends and family were instantly around her, crowding her, checking her temperature, forcing warm broth into her hands, and asking her if she was still connected to the world. "I'm fine," she protested. "A little cold isn't going to activate my powers."

Next sentence: He picked it up.

He picked it up, the disgusting, screaming thing it was, and thrashed it around. "Shut up you worthless infant!" he yelled, causing the baby to cry more. "I hate children!" he bellowed. He stormed over to the window and opened it, revealing just how high up his apartment was. "Your mother won't come back, you ugly piece of trash!" he screeched before throwing the screaming baby out the window, cries echoing before it got crushed against the concrete with a splat and a spray of blood. "That's what you deserve," he muttered angrily, then closed the window as people started to run over to the corpse.

(That...that turned out really dark...whoops...)

Next sentence: He picked his nose.

"It's not like this is going to change your whole life or anything." I grumbled as he studied the various options placed on the counter.
"Yes," he said, "It will." Mel ruffled his dirty-blond hair and reached for one of the noses before pulling back and going for another.
I groaned and flopped on the bed behind him. "Could you be a n y slower?"
"I'm sorry! Picking a nose is a very tedious process." He turned to face me, his green eyes narrowed Ina glare. I tried not to look at the notable flat space in the middle of his face. "Be glad you've never had to go through it." Mel had mumbled that last part as he had turned to face the table again.

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"It shocked me how much the world had changed in just a few minutes.

I guess I should start at the beginning. Yesterday, I was leaving my dorm room at the school I go to, because the holidays have finally arrived. I was ready to leave my school and travel from Biodome 14 to my home and my parents in Biodome 5. I should probably mention that I live on Mars, in the Aries colony.

Anyway, I sat down in my autocar, which rolled me over quickly to the tube station. I got out at my stop, swiped a few unis over to the system to pay for my ride, and started walking to the station. The station was a sleek white building--as was customary on Mars--with the signature orange and blue highlights. I placed my bag in the scanner, and walked through the array of detectors checking me for any signs of weapons. When that was done, I grabbed my bag and went to the platform that would take me to BD5.
I only had to wait about half an hour before the maglev arrived. I entered the train, sat down in one of the dark gray chairs, and looked out the window. There's a reason why we call it the tube, you know. It's because it's a tube. Long ago, people discovered that it's a lot more effective, with Martian conditions and everything, to launch high-speed maglev trains through clear tubes of plexiglass, with frequent rings of electromagnets to keep the train moving. To stop the train, it will have to go through braking rings, which are of the same polarity as the train itself. The system is very effective in traveling between Biodomes.

Sorry, did I get carried away a bit there? I'm an engineering student, so it's kind of required to know these things.

Some time went by--I don't know how long, sorry--and then the train left with a whoosh and then a loud crack as it broke the sound barrier.

No, I don't remember how many people were in the train with me. No, I didn't see any suspicious behavior. Could you please stop asking? I'm telling you everything I know.

Anyway, after a few hours, the train slowly came to a stop in Biodome 5. I stood up, stretched, then grabbed my bag and left the train as soon as the doors opened with a hiss and the robotic voice said the usual thing about remembering all of your luggage and having a nice day and all that.

Did the train make any stops at any other stations along the way? No, sir. I bought the express tickets, so it didn't stop at any other Biodomes. Why...why do you need to know those details anyway? Can I continue now?

Okay, so I get out at BD5, walk through the scanners again, then stand by the station, hailing an autocar.

What do you mean, how did I hail the autocar? The normal way, like literally everyone does. I waved my hand, and brought the menu up in my vision, thought up my request, and the system brought up the locations of the nearest autocars to my area.

Of course I was wearing the lenses! How else would I be able to hail the cab?

Wait, implants? There are implants? No, I had no idea there were implant prototypes. So no, I did not have any implants. I had the lenses. Please stop asking these detailed questions, I'm telling you everything I remember!

Agh...so I wait a few minutes, then the system, from my lenses brought up a message that there has been a malfunction with the server, and that I was to try hailing a cab later. My lenses were pretty old, so errors occurred frequently. And even though I'm an engineering student, I had more important things to work on than fixing my slightly broken neurolenses.

I turned around, then, and went back towards the station to find a bench to sit on so that I could wait until the malfunction or whatever got fixed. And that's when it happened.

I remember it clearly.

There I was, holding my bag, walking to a row of benches, when the building goes up in flames. I heard a loud crash and saw the tube get blown to bits, pieces of acrylic composite and plexiglass raining down everywhere, cutting into my skin.

Then I felt the air whoosh by me and into the fiery hole made by the destroyed tube and station, because, again, this is Mars, and Mars doesn't have the thickest atmosphere, to put it lightly. (Haha, get it? Lightly? No? Nevermind.)

My first reaction to that, to seeing a hole get blown in the wall of the Biodome, was to turn around and run, because even though I'm a Martian, I'm a human, too. So I ran and ran and ran, as fast as my legs could carry me, to the nearest emergency airlock, built for emergencies like this one, because this is Mars, and they don't want people to die because of a crack in the dome somewhere. We were trained from childhood to always know the locations of the nearest EA's to our location, which was made easier by the fact that they were giant bright white domes with LED lights plastered all over in the midst of bright white mostly-rectangular buildings that were noticeably lacking LED lights.

Also, the EA's were marked with red dots on the map perpetually floating in the corner of my vision, because I was wearing lenses, like any other person.

So I ran there, along with some other smart people who had realized what was happening, got in, pressed the button, and waited for the conditions to stabilize.

And that's when I heard the announcement.

I had just sat down on one of the flimsy plastic benches when it appeared in huge letters in front of me and screamed into my ears.

The Aries colony was taken over by Eon Tech, and, to prove their power, they had destroyed the most important locations in the most important Biodomes, which, for BD5, because it was one of the center Biodomes, was the tube station.

And just like that, in a matter of minutes, my whole world was flipped upside down. I was, and still am, shocked.

That was yesterday.

Can I go now? I've told you everything I know.

Wait what?

Do I work for Eon? No, I don't. They did give me a job offer a few months ago, but I refused.

Why are you so suspicious of me all of a sudden? I had nothing to do with Eon or their conquering of Aries.

Wait, where are you taking me?

Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!!

I'm innoce--


































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Why are you doing this?

Why interrogate m--"




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Nova wrote: "Anyway, next sentence:

She poured the milk BEFORE the cereal."

My brother. All. The. Time.
But for real now!

She couldn't look as the milk trickled out of the cold jug. Maya's hands were clammy and could barely hold the jug. She knew this was almost equivalent to committing a crime, but Maya could not stop thinking about how this was what Silia would do.
She glanced out the windows on either side of the kitchen and continued to pour the white liquid into a medium-sized green bowl. When she was done she snatched a box of Cocoa Mo's from the cupboard. A multitude of round chocolate balls plopped out of the box and into the bowl as well.
Milk washed out of the bowl and onto the floor. Sirens wailed on every street. Maya caught her breath. She would surely be caught now. Only those who poured the milk first would spill.
But this was a sign of rebellion.
A sign that she would not take such rules to heart.
Just like Silia hadn't
She hadn't lasted.
But she would never let the Cheeriemakers would not control Maya.

I hate the rain.

I'll give it a go!!


The soft sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside met my ear. It was just a light drizzle, but it was enough to make me grit my teeth and clench my fists. The lilting, beautiful sound of falling water called to me, tempting, taunting, calling me to come outside and enjoy it. I felt that old ache, that familiar longing to listen to the rain, to go enjoy the soft feeling water on my skin.

NO. I stood up, shut the curtains, and buried myself under all my blankets, breathing hard. Despite the temptation, I knew the consequences. That calling of the water would overcome me. I shivered, remembering the last time it happened.

What began as a slight drizzle soon became a thunderstorm, and quickly after that, a flood. I vividly remember giving in to that temptation, then running out into the rain and standing in there with my eyes closed and faced upturned. I allowed myself to be soaked, opening my arms to answer the rain's call. In response, I called back to it. I pulled more and more water from those gorgeous storm clouds, turning a couple drops into a downpour. A smile stretched wide over my face as torrents poured down around me. No one had seen me yet, no one to stop me from letting my powers out of control. The water began to rise to my ankles, then my knees, then my chest. Soon I was swimming in it. I laughed gleefully, floating on my back and savoring the feel of rain pounding my face. I had no thoughts for those drowning around me, no care for the homes being destroyed. All I could think about was the water surrounding me........

I pulled the blankets around me tighter, shivering from the dark memories. Oh, how I hate the rain.

I hate the rain.

Rain means danger. Rain means death.

Every time it rains, I'm prepared to run, to hide, to stay unseen until the rain stops and They leave.

They come under the cover of a storm, arriving silently, and taking, killing, feeding, until the rain stops and they leave.

I've heard that people used to love the rain, and that at some point the water was clear and not a stinging, murky green that can only be followed by unimaginable danger. I've heard that people used to dance in the rain. The only rain dance I'll be doing now is one of fear.

They have horrible vision, but great hearing. They need water to live. All I can do during the rain is hide, and never make a noise, or else They'll come.

It is raining now.

I am hiding.

I hate the rain.

Nova wrote: "I hate the rain.

Rain means danger. Rain means death.

Every time it rains, I'm prepared to run, to hide, to stay unseen until the rain stops and They leave.

They come under the cover of a storm..."


AHHH i love it Nova!!! I was actually going to write something like that with poison rain !!!!

Thanks!

New sentence: She chipped her nail polish.

Chip. Chip. Chip
Ena shifted nervously.
Chip. Chip. Chip
If she could only get enough of the paint off to cover the small pebble. If she could disguise it as the real gem, she might be able to distract Roy long enough to make a run for it.
Almost... there...
She shifted her hands in the chains loud enough to grab Roy's attention. She grabbed the polished, pink pebble and held it so it glinted in the thin ray of light that came from a window in the ceiling.
Holding her breath, Ena waited for Roy to approach.
Footsteps.
Sweat trickled down Ena's face.
Closer.
She whipped around and met Roy's snarling face. "Tryin' to escape, hmm? Won't work."
She threw the pink pebble and snatched the real one from its chain on Roy's pants.

Boring Sentence:
I saw dirt.

Pant. Pant. Pant.
Bark. Bark. Bark.
"What's wrong, Igg?"
I looked down at the wagging dog and realized:
It wasn't Igg.

It's small.

I peeked out at the creature. It was so much tinier than I'd anticipated. Covered in glistening, emerald green scales, the baby dragon sneezed and sparks flew from its mouth. I found myself giggling at the little guy as he rolled around in the dying embers and ash, trying to flap his wings and tumbling around. Slowly, I crept out from behind the table and approached the dragon. My racing heart began to slow as I saw how harmless he was. No bigger than a chihuahua, the baby dragon could hardly even breathe a real flame, much less a roaring fire.

I like the rain.

After years living in the driest place possible for human habitation, rain always comes as a shock. It's wet and cold and makes your clothes heavy.

The shock of it simultaneously comforts me and appalls me. No longer am I in that tyranized city of the Wastes, but in a normal town, where the neighbors can talk to each other and you can drink when you're thirsty. How... peaceful.

At the same time, the avoidance of water that was hammered into me from childhood still won't leave me alone, even after years away from the Wastes. If I'm caught in the rain, I'm also caught between two warring sides of myself - the desire to open my mouth and drink it in, let myself get soaked, and the need to run, hide away from the rain becuase I'm not worthy of it.

I can't love the rain as I want to or hate it as I'm taught to.. but I can like it. I like the rain.

Next sentence: I shook my head.

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"It shocked me how much the world had changed in just a few minutes.

I guess I should start at the beginning. Yesterday, I was leaving my dorm ro..."

Whoa... I just saw this and it is so good.

It is? I spent like half an hour on it.

'Tis. It really hooks you in, especially with the protagonist's attitude.

Huh.

Honestly, I don't even really remember what I wrote.

'Tis a common thing with stories written long, long ago...

Boring Sentence: There was a smell.