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 mirror fell from her limp grasp and shattered into a thousand pieces on the marble floor, but all she saw was the hideous face reflected over and over again.
“How…how did this happen…I was so careful!” she said. The skeletal face reminded her of the cat-like scream that haunted her dreams and she knew the omen was true. She turned slowly, afraid not to see herself in even the slight reflection of the window, blackness pooling outside. She knew what she would find. She looked down at her hand, not surprised to see the flesh slowly fading away to reveal the bone and sinew beneath.
“Dammit!” she cursed. “They said it would last for eternity.” She looked around to the empty room, addressing no one. “Two days? That’s all I get? Two stinking days?” she scowled. “Unbelievable. No wonder you are all cursed. I should have trusted those reviews.”