Recipe for Spontaneous Storytelling
1 part starter sentence + 4 parts writers
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Her heel caught in the cement crack. She lost her balance for just a few seconds but managed to keep herself upright. "My day can only get better, right?" she asked herself. She was a quiet optimist in a cynical world.
It surely couldn't get any worse, her cat had died this morning, and her in laws would be flying into town. Indeed, it couldn't get any worse. Or could it. Her mother- in- law, Wilma, was the driving force behind her misery. Wilma's objective in life seemed to be to reinvent herself as the devil incarnate.
But tonight would be different. Tonight, finally, she would get even. That woman was going to pay for years of harrassment. Now that I've finally gotten my research grant, I'm taking her precious boy away from her for good. We'll see if she wants to follow us all the way to England! Are you kidding, she can barely stand that measly little flight from San Francisco! "Oh, my legs are swollen, I've got to lie down! Benny, dear, get me my pills!" But after tonight, when we tell her the "good" news, we'll see if she is so high and mighty then!
Wilma's face had turned a dark purple as she began to let out a sort of squeel. Wait...that's not how she's supposed to die.
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Wilma's face had regained its color as she began breathing again. As I had fed her the many pills for her various illnesses I couldn't help but notice her glass eye. It was a sort of light-purple-magenta and almost matched her eyeshadow which she had applied seperately to each eye. The other eye was blue and matched that eye's makeup perfectly. I was beginning to notice what a magnificant monster she really was. I began to take pity on her and invited her on our trip to England thinking she would decline but offering to ease my conscience a bit.
What a horrible mistake! After she agreed, I immediately began to think of other ways to kill her.
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Her heel caught in the cement crack. She lost her balance for just a few seconds but managed to keep herself upright. "My day can only get better, right?" she asked herself. She was a quiet optimist in a cynical world.
It surely couldn't get any worse, her cat had died this morning, and her in laws would be flying into town. Indeed, it couldn't get any worse. Or could it. Her mother- in- law, Wilma, was the driving force behind her misery. Wilma's objective in life seemed to be to reinvent herself as the devil incarnate.
But tonight would be different. Tonight, finally, she would get even. That woman was going to pay for years of harrassment. Now that I've finally gotten my research grant, I'm taking her precious boy away from her for good. We'll see if she wants to follow us all the way to England! Are you kidding, she can barely stand that measly little flight from San Francisco! "Oh, my legs are swollen, I've got to lie down! Benny, dear, get me my pills!" But after tonight, when we tell her the "good" news, we'll see if she is so high and mighty then!
Wilma's face had turned a dark purple as she began to let out a sort of squeel. Wait...that's not how she's supposed to die.
REWIND
Wilma's face had regained its color as she began breathing again. As I had fed her the many pills for her various illnesses I couldn't help but notice her glass eye. It was a sort of light-purple-magenta and almost matched her eyeshadow which she had applied seperately to each eye. The other eye was blue and matched that eye's makeup perfectly. I was beginning to notice what a magnificant monster she really was. I began to take pity on her and invited her on our trip to England thinking she would decline but offering to ease my conscience a bit.
What a horrible mistake! After she agreed, I immediately began to think of other ways to kill her.
posted by Carly @ 3:24 PM
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