Help me write a story. Add up to 100 words and pass it on...
Mohsen turned the corner and ran down the small alley just off the main boulevard. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel the reeb reeb reeb in his temples. Sweat ran down his left eye, trickled down his tall nose, dripping off the end of it. He wiped the sweat off his nose with the back of his dirt covered hurting hand. His knuckles had been scraped when he had fallen trying to get away. That was when he saw the dark red color, it wasn't sweat, it was blood! He looked up just in time to see
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I was...
by Rosie. on Sun Aug 01, 2010 05:51 AM PDTdisappointed that it didn't take off. I was having the time of my life. I did contact two of the best and most popular writers on the site and practically begged them to do it. One said they were too busy and the other said they had had a bad experience onsite with a collective fiction thread. I can't imagine why that should be but obviously I didn't want to push it. But if you yourself had contributed to the thread I would've kept going and maybe Niki and Ari too. Then people would've seen the submissions on the Recent Comments page and maybe jumped into the fray. I dunno. In any case it would've been worth a shot..
Btw I loved everybody's writing. Honestly I thought this was a wonderful writing exercise. Since the limit was a hundred words (which Ari gluttonously disregarded lol), and you had to use the previous post as a sort of trampoline, it made me pay very close attention to every single word I used. It also made me READ other people's writing, however short, far more carefully.
I am disappointed that with many other good fiction and satire writers people were just not into this kind of thing. Although actually if 'nobody but us chickens' had kept on going, I also would've kept on going ...and going...and going...
eh, not bad....
by eroonman on Fri Jul 30, 2010 03:06 PM PDTYou Can't Always Get what You want
Suddenly there was a violent rapping on the front door.
by Niki Tehranchi on Fri Jul 23, 2010 06:28 PM PDTThe woman was so startled, she dropped the whole pot of Ghormeh Sabzi on the ground. Mohsen, suddenly jolted into action, jumped out of the bed and attempted to flee but the slippery ground made him lose his balance and soon, he found himself sitting in a steaming puddle of smelly green mush.
"Farahnaz Khanoom, open the door, it's me, Mandana!" a raspy voice uttered from behind the door.
Before he passed out, he said to her, "Please.I'm not a thief"..
by Rosie. on Fri Jul 23, 2010 06:19 PM PDTMinutes, hours, days later, who knew, he came to. She sat beside him on the bed, holding in her lap a pot of ghormeh sabzi. Its scent, mingling with that of perfumed soap, tantalized the nostrils of his now rudimentarily bandaged long nose. With her right pointer finger she intently traced Hafez verses onto his navel with the ghormeh sabzi sauce. It burnt but in a pleasant way. 'Eat', she said absently when she saw him stir, her deep sea blue eyes staring out into far off, dimly perceived emptinesses.
Suddenly there was a violent rapping on the front door.
He looked up just in time to see...
by Ari Siletz on Fri Jul 23, 2010 01:37 PM PDTHe looked up just in time to see...
by Rosie. on Thu Jul 22, 2010 08:53 PM PDTthat nobody was participating on the thread because they have no team spirit and it wasn't a Persian poem where the last word is the first one of the next so they could enflame the website temple walls with the fervid ancestral poetic soul that burns in every Iranian breast. Fearing he would die there alone in the alley if his story ended, he quickly rubbed the tip of his right pointer finger on his dripping tall nose, and bravely ignoring that irritating reeb reeb sound, with his own blood wrote the next hundred words, which were: