Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Let's Write a Horror Short Together--NOW!

I was having a fanciful moment when I remembered in high school passing around a paper with one sentence on it. The next person added a sentence and passed it on to the next. Of course, my high school mind revolved around sex, so generally they were explicit erotica and sometimes my artist friend would make sketches in the margin. (You don't want to know)

So, let's do one of those today. I know y'all are aspiring writers and lovers of horror. I will start with a sentence. The next person to comment, add a sentence to that. The person who comments next, add a sentence to the last comment. We will arrive at a full story when we are done.

"Locked inside the blackened room, he felt the walls, pounding, waiting to feel a door, but there was none."

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  1. He tried to remain calm, struggling to remember how he'd got there in the first place.

    He walked slowly about the room until he bumped into something very near where he figured the middle of the room would be.

    He reached out to feel what it was...

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  2. His hand grasped a dry, hard lump about the size of a baby's head. it was...

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  3. "Damn! This is giant bat guano!"

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  4. A sudden shriek erupted from the darkness, followed closely by a thunderous flapping that stirred the dust around.

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  5. ……. by the time they had entered the centre hall, the sound of rocks scraping against rocks, probably from the roughly hewn stone blocks weighing many tonnes a piece, abruptly sounded from within the walls, creating quite a clamour amongst the surrounding forest's wild life. But, then again, strange goings-on were legendary, especially from this Scottish ruin, allegedly built by goblins' hands

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  6. His heart was pounding in his throat. Gasping for air, he remembered the lighter in his pocket. He flicked, flicked, flicked until the flame whithered up, revealing...

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  7. ....his own face in a mirror but it was what the reflection next to him that made his mouth as dry as the Arizona desert and the chill run through his veins.

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  8. An enemy, it was a face of his enemy. He knew that squaring off to fight a mirror opponent can be worse than fighting a real foe.

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