Saturday, April 9, 2011

Weekend Writing In 5 Minutes Or Less

Add.: This is is a fun creative exercise where every person gets to continue where the previous person left off in 5 minutes or less. No editing, no drafts, just whatever comes to mind. Have fun. (To those who already graciously commented thank you, I apologize for not leaving the instructions the first time around).

He had no recollection of how he had ended up here, wherever here actually was.  Disoriented, he looked around but could not discern much detail. A strangely familiar scent lingered in the air. He thought he heard footsteps. "Hello?" he called, when...

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  1. Well, this one leaves me wondering, when...and what is the nature of that strangely familiar smell, how did he get there, and where was he?

    Quite a mystery, Antares, cooked up in five minutes or less.

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  2. Fortunately you didn't begin the story's opening line with: "It was a dark and stormy night..."

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  3. @Elisabeth, I should have left instructions, this is a fun creative exercise, where everyone gets to continue the story where the previous person left off in 5 min or less. If you check back feel free to answer your questions.

    @Laoch, thanks? :)

    @Robert, LOL, I was tempted to.

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  4. ...suddenly there was the sound of metal scraping on reluctant ancient hinges and a door ponderously opened before him. A brilliant white light streamed in from the opening, blinding his eyes and he held a shaking hand to them while they adjusted to the glare. When he lowered his hand, there, before him, a dark figure outlined in the doorway was...

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  5. ...beckoning silently. "Wh..Who are you?" he wanted to ask, but the words wouldn't come. He felt drawn, pulled even, he moved slowly toward the figure. As he got closer the familiar scent grew stronger and his eyes adjusted further. Stood before him was a woman dressed from head to toe in white robes. A hood covered her head and part of her face, but he could still tell she was extremely beautiful yet unfamiliar. She continued to beckon and he wasn't afraid. She moved aside as he reached and passed through the doorway into the light. Once through he turned briefly away from her to see...

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  6. {{This is not a continuation of this exercise because my brain is still mushy from the past two weeks, but what a brilliant idea, Antares!}}

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  7. Kat, sleep-deprived writing can yield interesting results. When you have 5 minutes or less, feel free to continue the story. I'll probably re-post it, one has to find out what happens next.:)

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  8. To All, thank you to those courageous enough to silence their inner critic and just write. Good stuff. If you come across this post, please feel free to pick up where the last person left off.

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  10. . . . a giant plumb bob, swinging from West to East like the slowing pendulum of an old, old clock. Cumulus clouds gathered on the horizon, growing in volume as he watched - and increasing in dimension and momentum. He ducked as a flare of white lightning sparked across his path, glancing back to where she stood, silent and inscrutable, her ice-blue eyes taking everything in but giving nothing away. . .

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  11. (I removed my previous lines, Ant. C., when I realized I'd written them in the present tense, instead of the past . . ; ).)

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  12. except for a darting glance toward his clenched left hand, a look so quick he thought he imagined it. As he stood, just for a moment, to plan his next steps, he opened his hand and discovered a map had been drawn on his palm. There were few landmarks, nothing as helpful as a giant "X" and "You Are Here." But the lines were clear and unsmudged and indicated, he hoped, a path toward open country where, if luck was with him, he might find...

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