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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2014 15:43:12 GMT -8
Like it says on the tin. For folks not posting their whole stories, or just for highlighting something you thought was particularly juicy, post excerpts here. Preferably not whole chapters, but eh, do whateva.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2014 16:24:43 GMT -8
Here's mine, edited slightly for clarity, but otherwise 1st draft quality. The character is sitting on the roof of his house, if that helps things. Marty is a dog. This scene doesn't have much context in the book either so don't worry about it making sense. Amusing note-- I'm scrupulously avoiding using song lyrics, because apparently that's not kosher if you don't want to pay up. I'm trying to see how much I can get away with though, ha.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2014 16:47:20 GMT -8
Oh yeah and here was my amusing attempt at writing something sexy by getting drunk first.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 19, 2014 19:23:02 GMT -8
Excerpt from The Rat Walked Away:
When Mr. Samson did report what he had seen the last week, Ms. Hilden thought he looked perturbed, or perhaps dumbfounded. He took his coat off, gently shook his head, and then sat down at the kitchen table. "I really don't understand it," he said, removing his hat as the stove quickly warmed him, "but I will tell you what I saw." Ms. Hilden poured Mr. Samson a cup of tea and joined him at the table. "Yes, but let us keep our voices down, if you don't mind. Mrs. Livingston has just gotten her little Abigail to bed."
"I see. Ah, well then. I will start from the beginning. As you asked, I tried my best to keep an eye out for the child, but for several days he just seemed to vanish. Then I was coming in from the backyard when I saw him jump down from his widow into the garden." "From a window? Whatever for?" "I can't say. Maybe he wanted to avoid those of us in the house? Regardless, that's what he did every day. Another thing is he went off rather like he was in a trance. It bothered me how he followed the ground as if he was chasing some invisible thing. Every time he returned to this spot out in the woods." "It is no wonder he always comes back looking half frozen!" "Yes." Mr. Samson nodded, "He would end up at this old, dilapidated house. Did you know that there was a house out there?" "Yes. I knew the young woman that lived there. It was the last of several buildings that were built in the woods, before Greenfield was even established. All but that one have been torn down. Ah, me. She used to come into town every now and then... I had wondered what happened to her." "The building seemed to have been abandoned for some time. Interestingly, the boy never went inside. He just stayed out back and weeded in the garden, talking to the shadows. I didn't want to get close to him so that he would discover me, but I sometimes would catch bits and pieces. It was something about how 'she' was so much like 'this one', how 'this one' was eating leaves". "The poor thing sounds sick in the head. Do you think he had found some wild animal?"
"I was close enough to see there was nothing but a boy in that old yard. At first I thought he was speaking to me! I just about jumped from my boots."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 19, 2014 20:16:51 GMT -8
Excerpt from Night of the Living Cruciferous Vegetable:
Clyde didn't at first respond when the girls barged into his room. He handed Lynda a letter in a torn envelope. "I opened it by mistake," he says unconvincingly. Lynda read her letter silently and Carol fidgeted impatiently. Clyde also seemed fidgety, which was uncharacteristic of him.
The letter was written on simple office paper and read,
Hello. You don't know me. I'm writing to give you an opportunity to know more about yourself and your past.
It was signed by a Ms. Penny Cress and had some contact information, but that was all. Lynda scratched her head. "What?" "What?" Repeated Carol. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Asked Clyde. "I don't know... right now." "Whaaaat?" Carol repeated herself more profusely and Lynda handed her the letter, "Oh. So, let's go see her! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 19, 2014 23:13:58 GMT -8
Excerpt from the Spooktacular:
Ms. Thompson and the kids exited through the trees mostly unscathed, though anyone with short sleeves or pants got a few tiny scratches from buckthorn. As they climbed through, unsticking their clothes from grabby plants as they went, they came out onto a street lined with small, decrepit brick buildings. Weeds eagerly grew wherever the pavement was in disrepair, and leaves blanketed the ground, piling up by buildings that faced the wind.
Residential buildings were mixed in with businesses. Most prominent were Lewan Village General Store on the right side of the street and a quaint church father down on the left.
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