Continue this story; here’s how you play: (1)Read my short section. (2)Write the following section to develop the story. (3) Drop a comment saying you did it either here or in your blog so others can follow your section (4) Don’t lose track of the details. (5) When I put the next section up I’ll compile the ones that have been posted (with trackbacks to your site) and then we can continue from there. That’s it. Hey, if you don’t play I’ll still carry it on my own. =)
Here’s a link to my intro and MCF’s followup. Below is my addition to the story.
Can It start now? her voice always sneered. He was so sure It could start…but the way she said it; could he be positive?
“Here we go.” Said one of the three men on the other side of the glass. “Prepare to mark.” Something beeped softly. Someone else lit a cigar.
Alex squinted at It like he would the pitcher on the mound. He couldn’t see any imperfections but just like that curve ball, he could feel there was something wrong. He got down on his hands and knees, joints popping as She started to chuckle; God he hated her. Or loved her.
But did the woman know what she was doing to him? No, she couldn’t understand.
Unlock. Reverse Turn. Unlock.
“Yeah, mark at…say eleven. He’s looping.”
It wheezed out a hollow laugh as It’s wheelchair rolled back from the glass. “Round the ring of roses, pots full of posies.”
“Quit your cackling.”
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The last time I killed this by writing too much. I’ll wait for someone else to pick up the thread this time, hopefully.
Hope you and the fam had a happy Thanksgiving!
‘I say, I say, dear boy, now quit yer cacklin’!”
Did the Greek just add to the story?
I turned one of the characters into Foghorn Leghorn.