Thursday, April 13, 2006
It's Time for Some Fun
I have no blog idea for today. That seems to be a playground theme this week. I don't know what it is - maybe the spring weather or everything on my to do list. Whatever it is my brain is zapped.
So I want to do something fun and creative :-) We're going to play a little game. I want everyone to participate (yes, that includes you lurkers out there. I swear I won't bite. Well, not unless you want me to...).
I'm going to post a paragraph. I want the next person to write the next paragraph and post it to the comments section. Then the next person who reads it, write the next paragraph and post to the comments section. Let's see what kind of story we can get going - how long we can make it - and whether we have a coherent product at the end. Feel free to let your imagination run wild. There is no right or wrong. There is no scoring, critiquing or editing. Simply go with your first instinct. Post anonymously if you don't want anyone to know it was you. You don't have to be a writer - in fact, if you're not a writer maybe this is your chance to try your hand at it. Just have fun.
Marcy walked up the concrete steps to the kitchen door. Her toes scrunched in her beat-up Nikes against the need to turn around and run away. Again. Reaching for the tarnished knob, she wondered what she would find inside the old farmhouse. Certainly the same familiar scent, dark and musty but with the faint hint of...blueberries. She never had figured out where that came from. Shaking the memory away, she flexed her fingers over the knob and screwed up the courage to twist. No matter what she found one thing was certain. Jim would not be behind that door. Not anymore.