Chaos – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

She had the wrong idea about the nature of chaos.

The misconception, though, was remedied swiftly.

But for some reason, the voices were being recalcitrant tonight, and the alcohol only made them louder and more insistent, yammering about the end of the world and the coming of the Great Emptiness.

“This isn’t Chaos,” she told the voices loudly. “You can’t have lofty prophecies while jabbering on about grand plans and impending chaos.” She downed a shot and filled the glass again. She drank this one too, then gave up on the glass and went for the bottle. “Make up your bloody mind!”

With that, the voices unleashed true chaos, for 13 seconds, and up was down, the roar and the silence were deafening, the room went white hot and black and every shade between, then suddenly they stopped. She took a deep breath, crossed her arms and said, “You done now?”

And then there was complete and utter blissful silence. And she was suddenly lonely.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

BRANDON SCOTT

Contributors

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

KALVIN

LISA BARRY

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

~~~~~~~~~~~

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

After You – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

The first door on the left loomed larger to her than it ought and she knew it was due to the anticipation and dread knotting her stomach, causing her step to hitch as she approached.

She stood before it listening so carefully she could hear the blood pumping between her ears.

“What will it be, this time? What fresh hell?”

Trepidation gave her pause for some long moments, until she resolved herself with, “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”

What fool had said that she didn’t know but with a shaking hand a a held breath she reached for the knob.

It swung open before she touched it, admitting her to a long, dark hall that promised to swallow her whole if she stepped foot inside.

She turned back to the guide still standing in the hallway, casually leaning against the wall and examining his nails. “You sure he said the second door?” she asked. When he nodded, not looking up, she grabbed his shoulder and shoved him through the doorway. “After you.”

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

DESIREE MATLOCK

Contributors

BRANDON SCOTT

JM PAQUETTE

KALVIN

LISA BARRY

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Extra Credit – an ISG Writing Exercise

These words were chosen:

  • Tutor
  • Cap
  • Miniature
  • Puddle

And these blurbs were written within eight minutes….Enjoy! 🙂

FEATURED AUTHOR

LISA BARRY:

I longingly watched Geo place his cap on the rack and start turning up his sleeves as he walked around to the other side of the bar. Bartenders don’t really notice the public I thought. He turned and poured a fresh root beer, dropped a scoop of ice cream in to it and slid it over the bar to me. I glanced up in surprise. He smiled and I melted slightly as he reached over and sprinkled cinnamon on top. I raised my brows. Guess I was wrong about that whole not noticing people thing.

“I’m calling it ‘The Puddle’,” he said and winked. I felt the heat spread through my face and hoped it wasn’t too obvious. My tutor came in then and slid into the seat next to mine. He was tall, blond and played on the football team. He got some kind of extra credit for his tutoring, so he deemed it acceptable to be seen in public with a nobody like me as long as I had a book in front of us. And at least a foot of space. I sipped The Puddle and was overwhelmed with the flavor.

I looked up and Geo was watching me. I couldn’t speak so I gave him a thumbs up. He flashed that award-winning smile and I felt my tutor move slightly. I glanced up and he was looking at me. Actually, it felt like he was checking me out. I felt for just a moment like a miniature model. I say that because I’m only five foot one and a breath tall. No super model here, just little ole me.

“Your hair looks nice today,” the football player tutor said. I frowned at him. He was my tutor. I’m ignoring him. I looked at Geo and smiled. He smiled back, and all was well in the world.

Like Lisa on Facebook!

DESIREE MATLOCK:

I’d finally made it through the final semester. It had only taken me an extra year, three tutors, and a serious amount more cramming than any of my fellow students. But here I was, walking up in my cap and gown, to accept my diploma. First, thanks the having the name Aaron Aaronson. You can never be late for anything when your name starts with two As. Twice. Then I watched my best friend walk up not too long after me. Lina beamed, looking so freaking happy it made her twice as beautiful. I imagined I must have looked pretty damn happy myself only a few minutes earlier. I took a picture for her, just as she’d taken one for me. Her family looked on, and I felt a stab of jealousy. My family were not invited, and if they were, they wouldn’t have come.

Later, after her family had headed back to their hometown, we were bar hopping, still wearing the caps, but otherwise settled into more casual clothes. It started raining, and I lifted her laughing right over a puddle in the parking lot of this particular bar before we walked in. After asking for whatever they had on tap, we headed to the pool table and I offered to kick her ass, and she accepted. I broke, of course, since she was tiny, almost miniature compared with me. She’d tried breaking once, and had almost had to climb on the table to get enough force to do it. The result had been… well, pathetic. So now I broke no matter who won last.

Some of the patrons watched us quizzically, but there had been lots of fresh graduates in that night, so I imagined it wasn’t the caps we were still wearing. We probably looked comical side by side, me being so large and her so tiny, but our shared love of steampunk and cosplay had brought us together as the class’s only comic convention nerds.

She won the first game, and I won the second, and before the next game, she bet me five bucks she’d win.

“How about we make it more interesting than that?” I suggested, smiling wickedly.

“How?” she answered, eyebrows raised in interest.

“You win, you get your five bucks; I win, then I tell you what I won.”

“That’s not how bets work.” She grinned, and I almost thought she could tell what I wanted.

www.DesisTwoCents.com

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

He Has a Gift – an ISG Writing Exercise

These words were chosen:

  • Sabotage
  • Flabbergast
  • Saturate
  • Lime

And these blurbs were written within eight minutes….Enjoy! 🙂

FEATURED AUTHOR

DESIREE MATLOCK:

I carefully saturated the salt on the edge of my glass with lime, then I gingerly took a sip.

“That’s not how you drink it,” Jessie sighed. “Seriously, chica, you’re so timid I’m shocked I got you to go on this trip.”

“Stop sabotaging my fun, girl, this is how I do my tequila. You do yours your own way.” She did. She licked the rim lasciviously, wiggling her eyebrows at me, then knocked back the shot, and shoved the lime wedge into her mouth.

As she grimaced, she rasped out, “That’s not ‘fun’, Dina. I am f@#$ing flabbergasted you even made it here. How the f@#$ you got your timid ass on a plane, I don’t know. ” She changed her tune on a dime, as was her style, and smiled sweetly, “But thanks so much for doing it. Costa Rica is seriously boring without my friends. Just beaches and sun and boats and hammocks. The mind could go positively lazy from so little stimulation.”

I looked around the bar at the display of wealth and beauty, “Oh, somehow I think you’re probably getting plenty of stimulation, based on the shape you’re in right now. I’ve never seen you so fit.” She beamed, as she finished licking the remaining salt off her empty shotglass nearly obscenely. I added, “How could this place ever get boring?” then lifted my shot glass to take another tiny sip.

As I was taking in the liquid, She reached over, tipped the shot glass up and I choked down the whole shot. Then, as I coughed and cried, she ordered another two shots.

“Sorry to sabotage your “one shot all night” plans, but you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Fine”, I laughed, giving in, and as the second shot arrived, I sucked it down a little faster, and then shoved the lime in my mouth. As my face puckered, I asked, around the lime wedge, “Happy?”

“Very.”

A ridiculously handsome man walked up, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her behind the ear, before taking her hand and dancing with her, something close and latin. I watched and enjoyed how liberated she looked now. So different from the divorcée of last year. When she returned, I asked for an introduction, but he was already walking away.

“What was the hottie’s name?”

“I have no idea,” she laughed, “but he has a gift.”

www.DesisTwoCents.com

LISA BARRY:

Eyeballing the man in the lime green coat I made my way to the edge of the counter. He was short and plump and was smiling at the barista as though he came here every day and knew her personally. I felt like my plan to get a coffee and have some peace and quiet in the corner of the shop was sabotaged by his happy personality. Or maybe he was a salesmen trying to add some coffee flavor or brand to the already saturated market. Oh, sure, I know people would disagree but coffee is coffee is coffee. It tastes relatively good when added to large quantities of sugar and cream. Better if you add some whipped cream on top. I know, I can flabbergast the best of them with my habits and complete disregard of the coffee fanatics. But I digress.

The man in lime was smelling his coffee. I wrinkled my nose and waited for him to move so I could finally get in my order. He sneezed.

“Is there coconut in this?” he asked with a panicked look on his face.

“No sir,” the barista said, taking a step back from the counter.

He sneezed again. “Oh no,” he wailed and then ran out of the shop. The barista looked at me with wide eyes.

“Finally,” I said, “I’ll have a huge half caff white mocha with soy and almond equal mix, extra sugar, whipped cream and a dash of hazelnut, please.”

Like Lisa on Facebook!

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Coffee Orders – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

The phone ran again as I was stabbing for the eighth time, almost ruining my concentration. “Damn!” I wiped my hands off, setting the blade aside, and swiped the phone’s screen. “Yes? What!” I blurted, confused. My finger left a smear across the screen, and I ignored it, turning to my prey with a warning look – not a word – I warned, sending the command directly into her pretty little head. I never imagined she was the sharpest tool in the shed, but I never imagined she was stupid enough to let out the blood-curdling scream that she did. Thinking fast, I yelled back “You’ll get your coffee goddammit!” and then said into the phone “Ugh, millennials, am I right?”

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

LISA BARRY

Contributors

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

BRANDON SCOTT

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Promises, Promises – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

I knew that the demon would come to collect on the deal one day; I just didn’t think it would be on a Monday. I should have known that Mondays suck in hell.

“I don’t have it anymore,” I said, hands up both defensively and plaintively. “So, deal’s off, okay? Besides, it didn’t even work in the first place,” I hoped I could stall.

The demon put an oddly female looking hand on its lumpy waist and cocked its head, as if to say “Really, girl?”

“I mean, I would have – it it had worked – but I still can’t get this grape juice stain out.” The demon looked confused, then pulled out a huge flaming ledger and began paging through the pages, oblivious of the crude wooden stake stabbing through the air towards it until it was to late.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

JM PAQUETTE

Contributors

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

DESIREE MATLOCK

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Meal – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

“One, two, buckle my shoe, three four…” she paused. “No, no, those are not the right words.”

One of the nurses overheard the rhyme and came to stand over her. “Where did you learn that, child?” she asked, her voice all warm concern and maternal feeling, but Cora knew how fast that would change.

“Mina, that other girl, she taught me that rhyme before she moved. I loved it, but I’m having trouble remembering the words now…” Cora’s voice trailed off as her head grew even fuzzier.

The nurse came closer, the red in her eyes a soft blaze. “There, there, child, you keep trying to remember, and just keep on tackling that meal. It’s important,” she added with a lick over her lips.

Cora eyed that meal, wondering how many more she would eat before she became a meal herself. “Yes, ma’am, of course,” she said, not at all hungry.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

Contributors

LISA BARRY

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

BRANDON SCOTT

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

The DMV Brings Out the Worst in You – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

She could no longer contain her rage but knew she must if she was to get out of this particular DMV alive. It was one thing to receive ticket #5217 when 5 didn’t even show upon the display board, but the group of armed men currently holding them hostage was definitely screwing with her ability to complete her to-do list today.

Usually she wouldn’t freak out over something as mundane as a to-do list – what did you think tomorrow was for? – but this list wasn’t of the usual variety, and failure to complete it would result in the obliteration of tomorrow and forever after that.

So, mustering her will, she did the only sensible thing to do for her to do: she walked up to the armed guards to explain the situation. When the guard yelled at her and tried to push her down, she’d had enough. Raising a hand toward him, she flipped her wrist and didn’t even stop to watch, as she would normally, and headed to the door instead as his head melted.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

DESIREE MATLOCK

Contributors

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

LISA BARRY

JM PAQUETTE

BRANDON SCOTT

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Husband-At-The-Grocery-Store Syndrome – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

“I said get blood and chocolate not bloody chocolate, from the store – where’d you even buy this?”

“There’s this place in the slums that advertises they can get whatever you need, no matter how outlandish,” he mumbled, a blush warming his face. “So…we can’t use this?”

When he saw the look on the Master’s face, he sighed, then looked down at the open package in his hands. “What do you think it tastes like? I’d have to waste it. I had to trade like four years of life for it.”

“I’m sure we’ll find some use for it eventually. Chocolate keeps.” The Master set it aside, before staring pointedly at him, as though waiting for something. He dreaded figuring out what it was, but his brain simply would not work out what the Master was waiting for. I watched the Master as he sighed heavily, pulled a large needle out of his closet and came at me. Then I remembered the blood part.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

BRANDON SCOTT

Contributors

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

LISA BARRY

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise

Monster Blues – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

I frowned as yet another sticky block the size of my head landed on the car parked in front of me. A slow concerned gaze from me drifted toward what I could only assume was a monster made of fecal matter. Towering over the parking lot, it was lumpy and lopsided, and dear god did it smell. A man got out of the car next to mine, his manner that of a long-suffering companion. He gestured to the creature. “Now, Bobby,” he began in the best dad voice ever, “We’ve talked about this.” “Yes, dad,” the monster said, defeated, as he started to deflate like a balloon. Even as I sat there, twenty minutes later as the poop monster had most likely gone home with a scolding, it still stank outside.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

LISA BARRY

Contributors

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

BRANDON SCOTT

~Like ISG  on Facebook! 

~Follow us on Twitter!

Leave a comment

Filed under Creative Writing, Writers Group, Writing, Writing Exercise