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!
He stared at the liquid remaining in the tea cup, the image doubling in his vision. He turned to her. “What have you done?”
She smiled, pointed teeth gleaming in the firelight, and caressed his cheek. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright, why, then it’s not the end.”
“When it comes to you,” he said, “I’m not sure of that – you’ve tried to start apocalypses before.”
She shrugged. “Sure, but honestly, they are really boring. The day to day struggles of life, you know with a stabbing, I mean a break up, or teen problem, they too can end well and be far more interesting.”
As he collapsed in his seat, the drug taking effect fully, his last thought was of what she might do if she stole his keys. So many possible calamities. Her grin faded to black, and he saw no more.