Thursday, December 31, 2009
Paulie Decibels says, "Whenever it rains on a Sunday, Peter thinks of his grandad's last words and, for the 1000th time, tries to work out what the old fool was talking about."
MRM says, "He was half way home when his pocket started ringing."
Über says, "The weak, sickly streams of winter sunlight did nothing to pierce the icy gloom and despair."
The Professor says, "He/she saw the orange Necco wafer on the counter top and started to cry."
Doc says, "It's ruined! Ruined! And it's all your fault!"
The results will go live on January 1st, 2010, @ 10:30 AM.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
You know the drill or if you don't, check out the older posts to get an idea. Please remit your new sentences or submit your old ones in the comment section. I will then load them into poll form tomorrow, Thursday, December 31st @9:30 AM, Pacific Time.
Good night, good luck, and don't take Christmas crackers from warthogs.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Work is stressing this moderator out and this household has an Xbox 360 again. In the meantime, have those starter sentences ready for tomorrow. Now excuse me, I have to unite The Three Kingdoms for the hundredth time.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
I've always acknowledged such, and now you will have your proof. Yet, I am not ashamed, because he was (and is, though no longer practicing as far as I know) a Flash Fiction Messiah. Whatever you might think of my writing (I'm not fishing for compliments or insults. It is what it is, and I will always try to make it better), he improved it three-fold, and he taught me how to write short fiction under pressure. JJ taught me how to get out of that comfort zone that I'm always bringing up, and how to write outside of the two genres that I rarely strayed out of.
So when I put this blog together, I wanted to do the same for others, that he had done for me. I am glad that several had answered the call, and that every single one of you have indulged me, by at least popping over here to give it the old college try. At any rate, I won't dally further and now I will present to you, the original starter sentences that JJ himself conjured.
They are not in chronological order, but hey, I culled them together, damn it! So at least give me an "A" for that alone-
"In the purple and gray morning...".
"They should make people take a test..."
"I saw her/him through the smoke…"
A Pair of Tongs
Someone named Wong
"Her arms shackled to the stone floor and her wings constricted by leather bindings..."
"...but the creep beat me to it.".
"And then by God, I killed the son of a bitch.".
"Vampires on a train."
"Dirt, hurt, Curt, flirt, and an orange.".
"I had never seen one before except on television…"
"1) A Girl
4)Something that unfurls
JJ gave you the choice of four sentences with:
"It all started with a ham sandwich...
How did my underwear wind up...
That can't be my mother...
He woke up, wondering where his..."
"A cry went up."
“he said little as they paddled their way along the sunken streets...”
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
...Look at her, she can hardly contain herself, or her dentures.
Well, before everyone settled themselves into a comfortable rut, I posted the starter sentence- Well, how did I get here?
With the conditions that, "The story cannot center around a crime and it cannot be set in a post-apocalyptic world. It also cannot be a pseudo-existentialist piece."
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I did buy Christmas cards and we have sent most of them out, but that's all I've done in terms of purchases.
So, I'm going to make this easy on you and coincidentally, easy on me. There will be no poll or poll results to wait on, and you won't have to wait until Friday, for the starter sentence. Why, you'll even get more than six days to complete your story, if you read this message right after I post it.
"It sounds too easy," you say, "what's the catch?" The story cannot center around a crime and it cannot be set in a post-apocalyptic world. It also cannot be a pseudo-existentialist piece (I'm looking your way, Graves).
The starter sentence is- Well, how did I get here?
You know the deal, if you are in, please say so. Have it done by Tuesday @9 AM Pacific, December 22nd, all right?
Good night, good luck, and same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, (slap), whew. I hate when that happens.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Splotchy conjured the starter sentence- "As the rumble receded westward, a fine layer of dust settled on the tall stack of vintage condom boxes."
Steve Waddle tells us about a mysterious desk.
MRMacrum gives us the old "Larry Holmes," setting us up with the jab and flooring us.
Kieran Shea takes us on a safari of sorts, into the wilds of Camden, New Jersey.
The Professor spins a prose-laden yar about a man that comes undone when he chooses a magazine as his guiding light.
David has a story about a heist that goes awry in a most unexpected way.
Doc gives us our second apocalyptic tale, about a resourcesful man.
Über takes the "Godzilla Versus Bambi" route, but she has a good excuse.
Friday, December 11, 2009
...in the closest poll ever, it's Splotchy, by a nose. He gave us the starter sentence- "As the rumble receded westward, a fine layer of dust settled on the tall stack of vintage condom boxes."
You know the deal, if you are in, please say so. Have it done by Tuesday @9 AM Pacific, December 15th, all right?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
First out the gate, is Splotchy, via email, "As the rumble receded westward, a fine layer of dust settled on the tall stack of vintage condom boxes."
And there's David Barber with, "Who? Dead? You're joking?"
The Professor is on the rail, "As he/she opened the cardboard box and peered inside, the congealed puddles of opaque, orangish-white grease atop of each slice of pepperoni on the cold pizza made him/her feel nauseous."
MRMacrum is on the outside with, "She stepped off the bus in Chapel Hill, North Carolina."
Followed by Steve saying, "When she pulled the knife out of his neck, I knew we were in trouble."
Then bringing up the rear is Über with, "As he/she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside, she considered his/her options."
We'll see who comes through the final stretch on December, Friday the 11th, 2009, @ 10:00 AM.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
...and you won't catch one, unless you trap 'em.
You know the drill or if you don't, check out the older posts to get an idea. Please remit your new sentences or submit your old ones in the comment section. I will then load them into poll form tomorrow, Thursday, December 10th @9:30 AM, Pacific Time.
Good night, good luck, and guard yer nuts.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Elizabeth doesn't quite get the concept of fair competition, "no sucker punching" or even that of Flash Fiction, but these authors do.
MRMacrum tells a tale about a woman that can only be pushed so far.
Freida Bee's Florence Josephine changes things up this time.
Randal says someone gets a fistful.
Alan relates a yarn about transitions and all apologies to another blogger who uses that avatar, I didn't influence his picking that.
Chad will tell you to be careful who you mouth off to.
David gives a different rum punch, Jackie Brown.
Über spins horror and redemption in her narrative.
Doc challenges your eye for detail.
The Professor provokes with this provocation.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Über gave us the starter sentence- "She was always threatening to punch someone in the face, but this time she meant it."
Man, this is just rife with possibilities...
Thursday, December 3, 2009
...unless you pick the start sentence that you want for "Best In Show."
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sometimes, you just get a sense for things...
You know the drill or if you don't, check out the older posts to get an idea. Please remit your new sentences or submit your old ones in the comment section. I will then load them into poll form tomorrow, Thursday, December 3th @7:30 PM, Pacific Time.
Good night, good luck, and pluck those chickens blindfolded.