So heres the deal, I throw out a brief setting and write create something in 4 minutes with it. I'm gonna start my stopwatch and give it 4 minutes of writing. I stop the writing mid sentence or wherever at 4 minutes. Feel free to join along. I think you will have fun with the exercise. New topic every day or two. Feel free to join in. Ps do not add to my story, but create your own satisfying story in 4 minutes. Setting: Dark Alley For a fugitive, there is no better place than a dark alley. The sirens whiz by, but my protector, my saviour, is the shadowy robe of darkness that i carry when i am tucked tight against the crumbling brick building. Tonight was a little bit out of the ordinary because Tony Orlando was late. He was supposed to exchange the money for the diamonds with me at midnight. It wasn't a good place to be holding a million dollars worth of diamonds this late at night. I tucked in a little tighter into the shadows just next to a dumpster. Most would glance and think that i am little more then a homeless man. A car rolled up to a stop at the edge of the alley and a man stepped outside the car. It wasn't Tony. The shadows started to part ways as the car turned in and put his high beams on me. I was exposed. ~~~~~~~~~` time is up, i had 20 seconds to go through and edit slightly. Good luck and hope i get some people to give it a try.
I was just going to say, that each day or every other day somebody post a topic, a setting, an event, or a time and then let your creativity flow. Yesterday I posted the setting: Dark Alley----so you spend 4 minutes creating the story, event, time, ect...based on the setting dark alley. So you could spend 4 minutes describing the bums and the trash in the alley or something completely different. If sombody posted an event: Like 12th annual pie eating contest then it would be up to you to write for 4 minutes to build the story, time and setting based around the event.
This actually happened. I was turning into a dark alley downtown some years ago as a direct short cut from one club to the next. I had just copped some stuff, see. And I was feeling impatient to resume the dancing when all of a sudden headlights flooded my periphery of vision revealing the stained rough asphalt typical of alleyways. I spun 'round and good lord a red siren light
I was sitting in my home, a box in an alley when I saw this big rat outside. I was starving so I slowly crept forward and leaped at it however it jumped and took of around the corner following it I leaped out into the midddle of a gang fight. I took two shots in the chest and one in the leg. Lieing there I could do nothing but watch as my vision started to dim.
Good Job. Glad we have a couple participating. NEW TOPIC for TODAY: FOOD It was just a slight glimmer, but enough that it aroused my attention. I made my way toward the glimmer and my suspicions were correct, some of the most beautiful curves I have ever witnessed. The soft skin radiating from where the sun cut through the trees. I had to get closer. There was plenty of obstacles between me and those curves, but within minutes i was right next to them. I brought my quivering hand forward to brush the shimmering skin. The lush yellow hanging there in front of me. It was the most perfect set of bananas I had every set my eyes on. Sometimes, it's tough being an over weight monkey.
The hot noodles raising steam above my plate. The smell of the sauce seducing my nasal passages to get closer. The chatter of my beloved as she drank a glass of whine with grace and poise. As I reached for my fork I shook in anticipation. Stabbing into the tangled gardens that are my spaghetti I twisted and lifted the fork. My saliva flowing like water from Niagra Falls. As I took a slurp I let out a sound of enjoyment. And when the plate was barren I weapt, for there was no more spaghetti to eat.
I ran, swam, flew, drove, to see the biggest sloppy joe in the world only to find that they'd moved it. So I drove, flew, swam and ran to the new location only to find what it was moved again! So I ran, swam, drove and ran again to the current place only to find out that they already ate it without me! falling to the ground I cried over it. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Hmm, how about the topic for today be Computers. Jack had just bought the new state of the art TX1000. He was so joyous and proud of himself. After saving up for a year he had finally been able to afford it. Driving through the neighborhood Jack shouted at all of his friends about his great feat. After setting it up and dowloading a bunch of new games and songs, he brought his friends over to show them his new toy. They had gone through most of the gadgets when Billy came over and bragged about his new TX2000. Everyone left Jack to his outdated piece of metal. Jack frowned, but looked on the bright-side. He still had his looks.
i wrote this in about 4 minutes. although i didn't write it today, i thought it would be fun to share... lost desire i feel you around me but you're not here i follow your scent into my computer you're in there i climb through the screen and lay down with you on a bed of wires it's warm in there the sweat of our bodies makes sparks fly and the screen goes blank finally, we are alone in the dark where no one will ever find us.
The new topic is: dreams. Once I had a dream that I was flying through Las Vegas. Soaring through the city around skyscrapers, under bridges when all of a sudden it became a nightmare with me falling but not down to Las Vegas, but into a giant forest at night with something suddenly chasing me through the dark forest until I woke up and looked around only to discover it wasn't a dream at all! Then suddenly I was running from the beast again.
Little did they realize that gravity was a finite resource and given the popularity of fast foot chains and huge portions that the fat people of America ate it became apparent that they were using up all the gravity. It happened suddenly! Anorectics were the first to go, and skinny 3rd world countries were depopulated as the lightweight masses slowly ran out of gravity and floated lightly off into space. Mothers carried children around like bunches of balloons, and those that could tried to fatten them up as quickly as possible, but it was no use the more they stuffed the more gravity they depleted. The USA was doomed to float away with the rest of them, like an obese squadron of blimps resplendent in their brightly colored Momos bloating out the moon with the baulk of their girths.
that girl in my dreams; the better part of me. who i remember being lost in a puzzle, and who i don't remember finding a way out. but she did find a way out. she crept through the hearts and minds of men until she was realized, unaware. and came face to face with herself. scared herself, with the thoughts of what she could be. one day we will reconcile. until then, i'll keep chasing her...
The funny thing about dreams is they are no more reality than reality is. You wake from a receptor induced state, cleansed from your day to day woah's by the intoxicating effects of seratonin, fresh as a new born baby. This is at least true until your memory resolves your location. That waking moment is a flash of discovery, reiterating the days, weeks, months and years before. In that moment your identity is rekindled and slowly but surely all those err's that you wish could remain buried return with complete clarity. The very essence of sentiency is a blend of what was, is and will be with the undesirable bittersweet nature of reminisced failures deeply mixed in. The only real question you can ask about that dream is, "Was it really worth waking up to lose sight of it so quickly like chasing some pink dragon?".
Was it really a dream? Was that face I saw just an illusion created by my cerebrum? She seemed so real. I could feel her presence, smell her aura, hear her heart. But she was indeed gone. Whether or not she was real, was the mystery. Part of me can't wait to sleep, to find the truth. And if she isn't a dream? How will I find her? So later that night, as I lay down my head; I think of the face that started the confusion. And I see, that she was only a fantasy. I awoke that morning with sorrow galore.
