posted
Yes, the intent of this thread is to be less random than the non-random thread.
I'm one of the staff readers at Flash Fiction Online (shameless plug - check out our July issue, recently posted. The Call is my favorite story, though Love Bound is one of those really haunting stories that many people are talking about/thinking about long after reading it.) We have a regular column from Bruce Holland Rogers.
A few months ago while preparing a topic for the middle-school Writer's Workshop I led, I found BHR's post on Word Loops. And the concept just fascinated me, the idea of using structure as a way to free your mind.
So a word loop is the perfect kind of pass-around party game. Each sentence needs to start with the last word of the previous sentence. Let's say no more than about 5 sentences per poster (or just one, which will make it interesting but you might not get the sense of how challenging it is.)
posted
Time. Something I wish I had more of. Just spent the last few hours finishing a crit and now it is time for bed. No time for my story. Better make it a priority tomorrow.
Posts: 3072 | Registered: Dec 2007
| IP: Logged |
posted
Tomorrow I'll feel better. Chaela just went to bed, so she won't be up early, and it's my turn to wake up with her again. I won't sound like I have cotton stuffed in my sinuses and feel like I have it stuffed in my head. Tomorrow will be better, because I'll get some sleep tonight and get rid of this stupid cold.
Posts: 128 | Registered: Apr 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
Cold is at a premium right now. It's supposed to be 115 all this week and if the wind blows it feels like someone's blasting you with a blow dryer. At night it drops to a nice 105 and sweat starts up after being outside for ten minutes.
Posts: 968 | Registered: Jul 2008
| IP: Logged |
Writers...please follow the rules of a word loop. Each SENTENCE - each and every one, must start with the last word of the previous sentence. If you chose to write more than one sentence, follow the rule! It's what makes this exercise interesting.
==
Backwards driving always threw Janie. Janie and her cat were inseparable when she was six. Six hours til she arrived. Arrived in the despicable hole, hovel where Gus lived. Lived-in look, he liked to say. "Say whatever you want, it looks like you live in a pile of crap," was Janie's reply.
Reply violently, and before anyone's reaction causes a stir. Stir them up and never let them regain balance. Balance is the key, without it, there is nothing.
[This message has been edited by InarticulateBabbler (edited July 08, 2009).]
posted
Impossible. Impossible was the way he liked to describe things. Things of every kind, at every step. "Step on my toes will ya?" Ya might think he was joking?
Posts: 1895 | Registered: Mar 2004
| IP: Logged |
posted
Washington always stirred up those painful images hidden in Janie’s memory. Memory was a curse that haunted her for the past thirty years. Years of trying to quiet her guilt over her mother’s death had driven her to Gus. Gus was a free spirit, a comforting lightness in her dark life.
Posts: 159 | Registered: Feb 2008
| IP: Logged |
posted
Life sucks. Sucks hard. Hard ly the way Janiey had though it would be like when she grew up. Up on stage surrounded by lights and constant admiration. Admiration now was impossible.
Posts: 1201 | Registered: Jan 2008
| IP: Logged |
posted
Impossible to keep on talking about Janie and her miserable pad. Pad the plot line a bit more, will you? You know we could talk about any one of a million things. Things just aren't like they used to be.
Posts: 620 | Registered: Mar 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
"Be a little neater, could you? Could you maybe? Maybe, just possibly, someday?" Someday she'd just go. Go without saying a word. Word was he wouldn't care so much anyway.
Posts: 88 | Registered: Jun 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
Be a cold day in hell--like sinking the Titanic cold--when Janie could actually bring herself to leave Gus forever. Forver was a commitment beyond what Janie was capable of.
[This message has been edited by InarticulateBabbler (edited July 09, 2009).]
posted
Goldfish, of course, tend to be somewhat messy, so Gus would point a fin Janie's way and say "You are the weirdo, you know! Know what? What I may do is just give you what you want. Want me to go? Go I will, then, because there are plenty of other fish in the, um...fishbowl!"
Posts: 88 | Registered: Jun 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
Fishbowl...bowl...smoke...drugs...suddenly Janie realized she had inhaled too much of Gus's permanent cloud.
Posts: 3687 | Registered: Jan 2007
| IP: Logged |
posted
Stones at the bottom of the bowl are getting coated with fish goop. Goop is a good word for their owner, too; not even feeding them let alone cleaning the bowl out!
Posts: 620 | Registered: Mar 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
"Good grief, Gus," shouted Janey. Janey was exhausted from worrying about all the pollution in the water. "Water is not for wasting. Wasting water will kill us all!"
Posts: 938 | Registered: May 2008
| IP: Logged |
posted
All I ever wanted was a folding chair and one of those drinks with the little umbrella in it. It would also be nice to have all that by a massive swimming pool and hot tub too. Too much to also add that it's in the backyard of a 15,000 sq/ft mansion?
Posts: 620 | Registered: Mar 2009
| IP: Logged |
posted
Mansion name can take a few more days, as that'll be on the back cover, which is still quite in the making...I found this sentence with Google.
Posts: 8809 | Registered: Aug 2005
| IP: Logged |
Printer-friendly view of this topic
