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Posted Jul 6, 07 by Dugalwest
"The ink hadn't quite dried on the certificate when ..."

Posted Jul 8, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Thank you for your entry. This was great. Keep writing!

Posted Jul 3, 07 by pendragon
Howdy LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Greetings from Europe.

The ink hadn't quite dried on the certificate when the smell of rotten eggs became noticeable. It was no big deal,… it never was. The customer had an intense desire. Perhaps a momentary need or more...

Posted Jul 8, 07 by Dugalwest
Now I'm getting nervous wondering what sort of unholy bargain I've entered into without realizing it. Have divine palms been greased on my behalf? I sense a restless night ahead. Haven't smelled any rotten eggs lately, but I suppose the doomed are the more...

Posted Jul 3, 07 by 30andout
The ink hasn't quite dried on the certificate when the next customer steps forward with a proposition that seems sure to place the previous contract in jeopardy. Had this quandary been presented to another, without the experience of the ages, there more...

Posted Jul 3, 07 by Idaho
Spooky! Even if it's all in the head, be generous with the heart but hang onto your soul! ;)
Great stuff Pendragon!

Posted Jul 3, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Thank you for adding your storyline. It's very creative and original. Keep writing!

Posted Jul 1, 07 by Idaho
The willow's branches danced in the early evening breeze, offering a welcome relief from the still, searing heat as Becka and John hid from the author.
"This is hopeless," Becka's eyes darted quickly as she took a quick peek around the tree trunk. "He more...knows, HE is controlling our every move!" John knew it too, "'Free-will' -impossible! We can even blink without HIS say-so! John blinked defiantly.
"Well he created us.. so.."
"WRONG!" John interjected... "We were created in the FIRST sentence, that's not HIS sentence.... its not even a proper story, it's a 'Challenge'."
Becka looked as if she would cry, but took a breath and steadied herself. "How long have we been here? It seems like forever..."
"I don't know, three or four paragraphs- with his hodge-podge writing style who can even tell?"
Becka snickered a bit at that, "And.... how much longer?" John shook his head, "No more than 1600 characters, he wastes our lives with those damn dot dot dots at the end of his sentences....."
Becka had had enough "DAMN YOU! Give us our lives! Let us do what we want!" She screamed aimlessly at the sky, the glaring eye of the sun staring down at her through the willow branches.
Silence.
"Silence my ass!" John screamed! "You said 'silence' so that's NOT silence!!"
"We're not supposed to know the narrative," Becka said, brushing the hair from her face.
"Do you think I care what we're SUPPOSED to know anymore?" John hissed. "We are doomed to live this existential turmoil in this mangled blob of text and I'm not supposed to know the narrative! Well he can kiss...!"
"Wait!" Becka's eyes lit-up. "Did you say this isn't even a proper story?"
It's some sort of challenge, based on the first sentence...." John looked at her curiously...
"We are IN the first sentence...." Becka had a far away look in her eyes.
"Well duhhh, of course we were, and soon we'll probably be in the last sentence... 580 characters to go and we are history...."
"Something doesn't BELONG to HIM......" Becka was actually smiling.
John looked a bit aggravated but intrigued. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"There is still hope, HE didn't create us! Even you said so!"
"The challenge...." John whispered....
"Yes, our fate isn't sealed.... there are other authors, other fates!"
John laughed, swinging a fist at the sky....
Becka stood and walked from the shade of the willow into an open meadow, and stood proudly.
"As long as the first sentence exists, anything is possible!" less

Posted Jul 11, 07 by Idaho
Thanks Dugalwest!
The idea often fascinated me, a story where the environment is the story, the characters are- well the characters, and the plot- the discontentment of the situation and especially the author, lol!

Posted Jul 8, 07 by Dugalwest
Well, you often hear fiction writers report that, when things are going well, their characters seem to take on a life of their own, although I'm not sure they're usually THIS independently minded. I really enjoyed the cleverness and whimsy of this!

Posted Jul 3, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Thank you for your addition to our writing challenge. This was terrific. Keep writing!

Posted Jul 3, 07 by pendragon
Howdy Idaho
Greetings from Europe. What a brilliant idea and very well written,… oh,… and I remember that Night Gallery episode, Be careful what you desire most, you just might get it.

Posted Jul 1, 07 by Idaho
lol! You reminded me of an old Rod Serling Night Gallery episode!
A street thug would find daily refuge in a museum He found a painting of a man in a boat on a lake that would put him at peace- as if he actually became that man fishing on a beautiful more...

Posted Jul 1, 07 by 30andout
The willow's branches danced in the early evening breeze, offering a welcome relief from the still, searing heat as Becka and John hid from the other authors. The breadth of the mighty willow trunk was their only shield from the sunlight of the open more...