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Jazbo
May 3rd, 2006, 08:14 PM
Ok, here's the deal. I will start off a story, then you write another section following up on the previous section.
This is for mature people who are willing to take up a challenge, for this is not one of those "Write two sentences and that's it" things, actually write a section, like a paragraph, two at most. Keep it intelligent, keep it provocative, keep it fun. Let's see how far we can get the story, and maybe I'll make this a regular thing, making different themes and such.
Remember this motto! "Writing is mind travelling, destination unknown."
Meaning, a writer intends on writing something, but as you write your ideas and methods of conveying change!

"One who cannot reason to good, cannot reason to evil, either."
Classical piano echoed through the halls of the facility. Loud speakers blared the key strokes, making a sweet, sweet melody echo in the air. A man sat at a grand piano, pounding away furiously, creating musical melody that could soothe even a pack of ravenous hounds. His head, crooked over the keys, throwing his shaved head back and forth with each climactic stroke.

Then the screaming begins...

A sudden stop. The music fades from the facility.
Clank...
Clank...
CLANK!
The sound of boots on metal, an unmistakably cold rhythm. The door screams with anguish as it was forced open. As it hushed its own pain, another shriek of anguish wrang out. A flickering light struggled to stay lit in the small room, padded wall to wall. "Hush! Hush!" The man beckoned the woman bound in a straight jacket. The door squealed shut, slamming closed.

kolte
May 3rd, 2006, 08:51 PM
The man closed his eyes, shuddering. That retched woman, he thought allowed, turning on his foot and making his way into a lobby of sorts. An assortment of chairs and couches gave a false since of hominess but the metallic floors and florescent lighting cast an eerie, slightly disgruntled since about the place. The man sat himself in a chair opposite a balding, aging fellow dressed in a jumpsuite that looked deceivingly like pajamas.

“Hello Alfred,” the pianist mumbled. Alfred looked up at him and his mouth eased open, a string of spit tracing the edges of his lips.

“What do you want,” Alfred stammered, sounding drowsy.


ooc(( I think we should do this like a roleplay, each of us getting a character. I choose Alfred should we do it like that, and you can be the pianist. If we do it like that, then I apologize for power playing your charrie))ooc

Kittylove
October 7th, 2012, 01:17 AM
What kind of idea is this? the story dosent even make sence!

here the deal!


A wonderful life...

Young Mis.Pearl sat down in here rocking chair placed on the left side of the long porch. She sat quietly as she looked fowerd into the sunset.What a wonderful life she had!

Remembering times from her childhood made her smile. The thought of playing with her sister annabell in her mothers garden brout joy. Driving towerds Ant Caroles house for the family barbue was a personal favorite of her's. She rememberd saving the blue bird from the hawk on her 7 birthday.

Know Mis.Pearl was 45 and found she liked sitting down, dazzing of into the sunset, thinking of the past. What a wonderful life!

Bath
October 7th, 2012, 11:11 AM
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