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 can’t even!” Shellie squeaked, her normally tan face darkening in a pink rage.
“I. Literally. Can’t. Even!” she added, as she stomped, huffed and clutched fists in time with her words, like some furious band leader.
There was a delay, a frown, and then her hair burst into flames as expected.
Anywhere else, and she’d have attracted undue attention.
But in hell, even bonking the Devil doesn’t let you escape the punishment of Sin.