Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

She heard a loud sound, and an excruciating pain burst up her spine, emulating from a single spot. She turned around and came face to face with her killer.

OH nice XD

The diamond sparkled in the sunlight, and drew the attention of the misfortunate boy.

Before it could start, he had come to the end. ;-)

yes it does XD

The fists and openhanded slaps rained down on his neck and face.

She raised her white knuckled fist with a slow determined grace before opening it to reveal the line of blood slowly seeping from the shallow cut.

Wicker had no place in Madame's foyer, let alone the bedrooms. Porcelain, however! Madame demanded porcelain!

That in the end I refused to wait for her is the thing I couldn’t admit even to myself, and that marks the closing of a chapter in my youth I would dare to revisit only years afterward, when looking back on that time I realized that a beautiful part of my life was gone forever.

Nice sentences, everyone! Hmmmm. What about a thread for last sentences?

Isabel’s jaw dropped. It took her a moment before she realized this. When she did, she hurriedly closed it. “How do you know that?”

“What? That you’re pregnant?” He shrugged. “You’re in a circus, darling.” He looked away but his eyes didn’t leave her long. They slid back to rest on her. “Do you really think you’re the first widow for us to find?”

Her heart plunged as she saw the blood seeping from under the door.

XD CHOO! CHOO! CHEESE! CHEESE!

The writing of a hundred pens sounded in her ears for hours.

Alex, how about this?

She is a nobody now, but she was much younger than that then.

That sounds so funny, but I know exactly what you mean. But I must say the amount of writing and reading you do blows me away!

His heavy breathing would’ve made him cringe but he was accustomed to it now.

The silence was almost deafening.

Decades of research. Trillions of dollars spent. Dozens of failed breakthroughs, funding cuts, and ruined careers. Eight deaths.

One success.

Although he knew the moment when he would die, how it happened still came as a delightful surprise.

Feel free to steal. In fact it would be awesome to have a contest based around first lines instead of topics. Just a thought ...

It was when she asked 'Where am I?' and no one answered that she knew she had arrived.

And how do you mean, Edward? Do you mean a story told by a chain of people, one line (or maybe better, one paragraph) at a time?

I like the idea a lot. It has an echoe of the popcorn thread, but with a bit of a twist.

Al, would you like to start one - or, since you are very busy, I could start it? Let's see, what might make a good starting paragraph?

It was when she asked 'Where am I?' and no one answered that she knew she had arrived. She raised her white knuckled fist with a slow determined grace before opening it to reveal the line of blood slowly seeping from the shallow cut before picking up the torch in order to crawl up to the attic. Decades of research. Trillions of dollars spent. Dozens of failed breakthroughs, funding cuts, and ruined careers. Eight deaths. One success.

Not exactly what I was thinking, but that could work too. You could make another thread for it.

Okay, combining our sentences like that was just weird. That definitely sounds like a story I might read.

Lol. That would be cool.

Thanks Al.
I'm cogitating how to proceed with this idea, which has challenges. And I am seem to be particularly busy with life right now. Stay tuned. I'm thinking of twisting this idea just a bit.

lol

XD Hello Al :)

heres my sentance

The rain pounded on the window as she sat at her table, plotting.

XD LOL


The trees were so green in the unknown forest, it looked like Central Park in the middle of summer.

A shot sounded, piercing the ear drums of those who witnessed the tragedy.

I'm morbid everyday.

She smeared the lip gloss over her lips, ready for business.

ahahahah that's awesome...cause someone is going to smear blood on their lips XD

The pounding on the window sent shiveres down his spine. He knew it was only the tree, but it couldn't hurt to check.

lol i guess

Her eyes darted to the scissors, then back to her attacker. She groped behind her for them.

oooh, nice

Painting was her way of expressing herself. Cutting was his. How it ever worked out is beyond either of them.

Even cowards can sometimes find courage in their darkest moments of despair but in my case fear truly ranneth over.

I will lol

nice one aj XD

The wrapping paper fell to the floor, forgotten.

Kat wrote: "I will lol

nice one aj XD

The wrapping paper fell to the floor, forgotten."

Hopefully she hadn't punctured the condom in her haste to unwrap it.

XD Oh gosh

Kat wrote: "lol i guess

Her eyes darted to the scissors, then back to her attacker. She groped behind her for them."

She found her eyes and put them back in, suddenly everything became clearer.

I am in comedy mode if you don't laugh I shall go to sulk, followed by deep depression and bad spelling.

I did laugh, after I was finished cringing lol

Vomit splattered out the car window and onto the girl, ruining her sun dress.

Kat wrote: "oooh, nice

Painting was her way of expressing herself. Cutting was his. How it ever worked out is beyond either of them."

I am making this into either a novel or a novella, titled 'A Cutter and a Painter'

First she tied me up, I was beaten for ten minutes, then she stopped, apparently I hadn't signed my cheque.

On a serious note I am about 19000 words into a paranormal comedy novel where a man is bitten by a werewolf infected minature poodle and becomes a hu-oodle.

night

Aldis walked out of the cotpit and said to his rather wealthy passengers, in a mild tone, "Excuse me, everyone, I thought it would be prudent to explain that the plane is on fire."

My favorite characters are the ones who barely react to danger. The contrast between the actual situation and the way they handle it can, sometimes, actually heighten the feeling of danger (and hilarity).

lol

A bullet shattered his morning mug of coffee, ruining his whole day.

Alex wrote: "He was craving a doughnut."

Clearly that's the beginning of a story about being held hostage at a Krispy Kreme.

I collect mugs, so a bullet blowing through my coffee is twice tragic: Lost mug and lost coffee. Oh, and someone's shooting at me, so thrice tragic, I guess.

Nice ... Thanks for the idea; not a family own doughnut shop, but a family owned comic book store. I have pleanty of geeks in my social circle to provide me with facts and resource materials.

I am cursed.

LOL, first sentences thread. Don't tell me you're this tired???

As I stared out the dusty classroom window, I listened to my teacher drone on and on.

That was a terrible sentence. I need some sleep...

Feeling the blood trickling down the side of his face and being unable to wipe was driving him to madness.