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.