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.”