tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post7144095490348146422..comments2023-12-04T03:56:29.773-03:00Comments on Antares Cryptos: Weekend Writing In 5 Minutes Or LessAntares Cryptoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12197876328401157462noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-76123815464309392222011-04-13T12:49:16.714-03:002011-04-13T12:49:16.714-03:00except for a darting glance toward his clenched le...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...Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-59037571445111978122011-04-11T03:02:01.720-03:002011-04-11T03:02:01.720-03:00(I removed my previous lines, Ant. C., when I real...(I removed my previous lines, Ant. C., when I realized I'd written them in the present tense, instead of the past . . ; ).)Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-19373828334868199422011-04-11T02:59:13.935-03:002011-04-11T02:59:13.935-03:00. . . a giant plumb bob, swinging from West to Eas.... . . 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. . .Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-55480177658970334202011-04-11T02:57:10.145-03:002011-04-11T02:57:10.145-03:00This comment has been removed by the author.Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-54223632505271930732011-04-10T22:05:26.028-03:002011-04-10T22:05:26.028-03:00To All, thank you to those courageous enough to si...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.Antares Cryptoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12197876328401157462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-37862381165538963912011-04-10T22:00:15.586-03:002011-04-10T22:00:15.586-03:00Kat, sleep-deprived writing can yield interesting ...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.:)Antares Cryptoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12197876328401157462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-66980398383338223822011-04-10T21:20:27.833-03:002011-04-10T21:20:27.833-03:00{{This is not a continuation of this exercise beca...{{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!}}katsidhehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09859540523817060764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-25712535383872026892011-04-10T06:48:11.215-03:002011-04-10T06:48:11.215-03:00...beckoning silently. "Wh..Who are you?"......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...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15085052794021881781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-58033729577035365452011-04-09T22:39:52.145-03:002011-04-09T22:39:52.145-03:00...suddenly there was the sound of metal scraping ......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...Alittlespritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16993327218382325674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-73496122701760891002011-04-09T15:53:17.562-03:002011-04-09T15:53:17.562-03:00@Elisabeth, I should have left instructions, this ...@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.<br /><br />@Laoch, thanks? :)<br /><br />@Robert, LOL, I was tempted to.Antares Cryptoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12197876328401157462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-52901800349286387252011-04-09T14:58:14.136-03:002011-04-09T14:58:14.136-03:00Fortunately you didn't begin the story's o...Fortunately you didn't begin the story's opening line with: "It was a dark and stormy night..."Robert the Skeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863488312604865183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-15121588821286534362011-04-09T11:18:09.572-03:002011-04-09T11:18:09.572-03:00Ominous, nicely done.Ominous, nicely done.Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06506141014376919585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533891099306980231.post-68152583711579618472011-04-09T08:06:55.705-03:002011-04-09T08:06:55.705-03:00Well, this one leaves me wondering, when...and wha...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?<br /><br />Quite a mystery, Antares, cooked up in five minutes or less.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.com