Friday, July 2, 2010

Together Again, It's Storytime

Remember when several of us worked together to write A Rose By Any Other Name?

I got to thinking we should do it again. Might be fun? What with the summer slump I know many are in thick, now's as good a time as not. Right?

So you remember how it works. My start to our progressive story is below. Take turns, in comments, filling in the next excerpt. Come back as often as you like, but do allow others between your segments, and add just a few sentences at a time.

Be sure to read what's already been written, and let it flow from there. You don't have to be a writer by trade or passion; all are welcome to participate. Spread the word, too!

We'll let this run at least a week (unless the story gets incredibly long, and I see a good spot to cap it off and jump in to write the conclusion). I'll announce more about time frames and the final piece later.

In the meantime, have a blessed and awesome Fourth!

Our story begins a little something like this...

She opened the door with anticipation more than strength; she'd been looking forward to this all week.

10 comments:

Rebecca Nazar said...

Placing her hand over her middle in a futile attempt to still her anxious stomach, she muttered, "Butterflies, eh, feel more like raging ants."

Melissa Sarno said...

Claire stood at the end of the dull hallway, with two long braids stretching down to her waist and a small, pale hand clutching his.

Kaity Hall said...

Their eyes met over her little head, his cold and calculating, hers, wide and a little scared. Claire's musical little voice broke the contact.

Jeanette Levellie said...

"Are you sure we're ready for this, Jason?"

Karen said...

Jason's head slowly turned away from her. Claire saw his shoulders raise as he took a deep breath. She knew what that meant, she had seen it before.

Analisa said...

So unlike her Dad, Jason was going to let her take the lead again.

Deb Shucka said...

The door swung away from Claire's hand, as though grabbed from the other side. The fragrance of lavender and old age filled their heads and quickened their pulses.

Kathryn Magendie said...

It was the last time they'd see home. At least home as they'd ever remember it to be.

Elizabeth Munroz said...

Gram sat on the davenport, elegant as ever, but moved her hand slowly as she pointed to the keepsake box high the the top of the buffet. "It's time you knew the truth before it's too late." she rasped.

patti said...

I LOVE reading this but will be on the road starting--yikes--in an hour and will be a bystander...again.

Patti