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So I am not sure if this has been done before, but I thought it would be rather cool to see what the members on this forum had to say in their creative pieces.

 

I shall go first:

 

"The path lead to a tree trunk that had been brought down by the winds from the year before. It seems as if the roots did not take as well as they initially intended. However, this did not impede the group as they trekked along the path breathing in the air that was so graciously provided by the evergreens".

 

This is literally the first line in the first WIP I have ever done when it comes to creative writing. I shall see if it's worthwhile continuing.

 

Please, let's see your works...

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The first three words ... 'It was a ...'

"...dark and stormy night"? Bulwer-Lytton beat you to it. :)

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"...dark and stormy night"? Bulwer-Lytton beat you to it. :)

Exactly!

 

'N poging om humor.

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“A scandal!” The Countess Lady Preziosi clutched her pearls and dove straight backwards into the arms of the ladies who attend her. Smelling salts were brought, handkerchiefs flapped, bodices discreetly opened, hands wrung.


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On Thursday afternoon, I found the Coyote sitting on the porch of the bathhouse; he had somehow acquired a tunic and an arming cap, along with a bottle of single malt scotch and somebody's guitar, and was playing to a small audience. It was one of his own songs, and I started to sing along to it. He looked up, eyebrow raised; but -- consummate professional as always -- he continued playing, nodding in greeting.

"It's very nice, but frankly, when I signed that list for a P-51, what I had in mind was a fountain pen."

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“Yo dude, you gonna make him stand there all day?” Damien said to his buddy Brian.

Brian's back was to the floor, he was staring at a wall of guitars. Amber had her hands on his

shoulders and swung her head around to look, her long blonde hair swinging behind her as she turned.

"To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.” Bill Wilson

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Let me let you in on a little secret: there is not much to do when you are dead. Oh, sure, they offer all kinds of activities here like piano lessons, poetry readings, even a softball league—with the aim, I guess, of making one feel less guilty for neglecting those things when one was actually alive—but that sort of thing gets old after a while, especially when you're seventeen and everyone else around you is, like, seventy.

 

This all started after I'd just tried my hand at a Life Drawing (ha!) class, only to find that death had shockingly not improved my artistic skills.

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"Now exactly why the place was called Opposition, no one could say with any certainty. One of the stories that was trotted out regularly was that some people from the closest town, which was also the county seat, took exception to the way things were being run, so they carved a settlement for themselves out of a patch of nearby woods, leaving enough wilderness to separate themselves from those with whom they were in opposition. As that was the reason for the township’s creation, it became its name."

 

 

From a horror novel named ASSURANCE.

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From a children's book I wrote many years ago and shopped around - didn't take, though.

 

Rosie had blocks and dolls and stuffed bears and a toy train, but she loved to play with a soft, red rabbit. Sometimes, Rosie and her red rabbit would play with the other toys, but the red rabbit was her favorite. Her red rabbit had been riding in the car, shopping in the grocery store, even sitting on the swing at the park.

Tom

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"Probably I'm corrupt," she said, lying with her back to him. "Oh yes, I'm so corrupt!". She stretched her hand backwards, to touch him, to bring him closer.

Practice, patience, perseverance

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By the fifteenth month of the drought, the lake no longer held her secrets. She stood on the small bleached jetty that ran out from the shore in front the cabin, looking at the now-distant water and all that lay between it and her. She shuddered at the sight, even though she had expected it.

 

That one's currently out on submission. Fingers crossed!

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Oh, good heavens. He's got a blog now, too.

 

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There was a commotion in the corridor outside the Ambassador's chambers during his weekly chess game with the Chancellor. It appeared to involve the Court Physician and the King: the former was being held up by his collar by the latter, who was shouting "By the Gods, man, I have NEEDS!" Tomas, the Chancellor, had the decency to look a little embarrassed, and mumbled something about apparently needing to find a replacement physician -- again; then said (in quite a different tone_ "Oh, by the way -- I believe it's checkmate in three moves...."

 

Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth

"It's very nice, but frankly, when I signed that list for a P-51, what I had in mind was a fountain pen."

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So I am not sure if this has been done before...

 

Since we're on the subject, I wonder about what appears to be a trend of beginning a sentence with (what appears to me to be) a superfluous "So." My understanding of "so" is as an emphatic (It was so hot, we waited until the sun went down.) or to introduce a consequence: It was hot, so we waited until the sun went down. I don't, however, understand its purpose here, in the OP's topic introduction. Thanks!

James

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I don't think I'lll offer mine here. Some might think I'm writing pornography, but truth is, I've just been trying to work up something that accurately recalls adolescent experience. I don't want to rewrite The Last Picture Show, even though McMurtry is one of my favorite authors, but the novel has been an inspiration to me.

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"You know I'm not a preacher, my dear Tumanoff, and I didn't come all the darn way down here to preach on you or to undermine your darn business." Captain Hull unscrewed the top of his silver flask and took a good gulp of brandy. "But your last deal requires a darn smart explanation, and I want to hear it right now, otherwise you're up to your eyes in trouble."

Practice, patience, perseverance

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By the fifteenth month of the drought, the lake no longer held her secrets. She stood on the small bleached jetty that ran out from the shore in front the cabin, looking at the now-distant water and all that lay between it and her. She shuddered at the sight, even though she had expected it.

 

That one's currently out on submission. Fingers crossed!

This opening has me hooked. Hope it takes.

Tom

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Crouched behind a bush, a fist raised into the air; a signal for everyone to stop dead in their tracks.

 

"Three of them.," Alvis whispered from under his hood, "This close to Belfry?"

 

"I figured we would be too far north for them to function this time of year." I muttered, the soft whisper of steel against leather and wood hidden by the groaning mere meters away.

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