Posted on 02/22/2005 4:28:09 PM PST by utahguy
Continue The Story: It Was a Dark and Stormy night. Attention Writers, Wouldabee’s, Wannabee’s, Amateurs, Hacks, etc. etc.
Now is your chance to perceive, pen and publish your punishing purple prose planetwide.
Just take the last line from this, or any post/comment and add your prose. No need for this turkey to come out linearly.
Any genre, any style. And without concern if it’s bad, it’s SUPPOSE to be.
Comments and Groans are welcome.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled out of the north like a bereaved banshee, roaring over the moor, funnelling its fuming ferocity down the valley toward the opulent manor.
The gale twisted bits of flotsam, flora and fauna into the frigid air, creating a clammering cacaphony of wretched debris hurling headlong into the walls of the estate as if on some suicidal mission to find refuge.
Inside the manor Percilla pouted. Thurgood and Eason had undoubtedly cancelled their visit, since her butler had informed her earlier that the bridge had been washed out due to the storm.
The only other route was a narrow, twisted trail through the moors of which she was told no sane person would dare venture at night, much less in this weather.
And they could be such cowards at times, she thought, for she so looked forward to a rousing game of whisk.
Oh, bother. Nothing left to do but get tiddly.
She poured the sherry herself, as she had dismissed the servants early. Pressing her voluptuous lower lip to the edge of the glass, she took a long sip of the amber liquid while giving a blank stare toward the immense fireplace.
Percilla watched impassively as the flames flickered fluidly, like dozens of Dante’s dancing denizens, pirouetting upwards to a silent symphony.
She signed, placed the goblet on the table, which now was adorned with a baby's bottom of crimson on the lip of the leaded crystal.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door . . . . . . .
Thanks for the ping LJ. I've never heard of the circular prose.
One of the funniest things I ever read was about a professor who assigned couples to write "tandem stories" where each write a paragraph and the other continues the story.
It quickly evolved into name calling, etc for one couple and was so hilarious that they got an A+ from the Professor!
Why not turn him into a yellow submarine, fill him full of rocks and sink him in a boiling vat of Heinz ketchup.
LOL, easier to just fill his balloons with helium and let him float away into the either...
How are you ladies making out? Getting any of this storm. I think the worse is over for us. It was a good one. I was so disappointed, just as I was heating my tea this morning, out went the electricity. I need my caffeine. LOL If only I woke up just a few minutes earlier ;)
Oops, this isn't the Canteen. LOL This is a different thread. Looks interesting. I think I'll read it ;) LOL
A teacher did that to us as well. I bet there's a name for that technique, too.
Tandem Story! In tandem, one following the other.
Let's start right here with the "add a paragraph" theme...
"...It was late summer before they even walked up to the dusty attic. They'd gone through piles of bills dating back 40 years, all marked paid and neatly filed in an old breakfront in the library. Two sets of Encyclopedia Brittanica (copyright 1942 and 1964) had been donated to the reluctant librarian in town. Piles of moth-eaten clothes had been tossed into the dumpster that now seemed a permanent part of the yard. Fresh paint, refinsished floors brought life back to the old house. Opening the door to the third story attic, they......."
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IT WUZ A DAMP AND STEAMY  |
I have been on the web looking for more info. Not doing so well with circular prose. There are links, of course, but the whole concept is all rather confusing to me.
Oh, duh, THAT'S the actual term! LOL! ROFLMAO!!!
It was a dark and stormy day,
and my brain had gone away.
It is good reading, glad you enjoy it. I found it looking for my story's origin.
You are in tandem with yourself on that one!
LOL, funny
It was a dark and stormy day,
and my brain had gone away.
it lost its way
by light of day
South Florida in late July just after a tornado has passed.....
If tornados do that, I may have to go find one!
heh
Chapter 2:
As the morning sun broke over the sea I......
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