--FINAL DAY FOR ENTRIES--
Round Robins are an ancient and profoundly dubious tradition at Scribal Terror.
They are collaborative fictions, written on the fly in the comments section. ST Round Robins usually involve a character named Robin. They usually happen around Halloween. And they usually flirt with THE DARK SIDE.
We missed Robin last year, but the old bird has not died. Not strictly speaking, anyway. He is back, and he doesn't drink . . . wine.
But Vampyre Robin needs your help. For his depraved and lurid tale to be told, we need a suitably spooky opener. So place your entries here. ("Dark and stormy nights" prohibited.)
When we have enough offerings to choose from, we'll take a vote. Then we will have at it. There will be no holds barred. We will plumb the depths. We will kill each other's characters. We will go where no collaborative fiction has gone before. And it will be immensely silly. Muahahahahaha!
Were it not for the silent heat-lightning flitting across the night sky like sup-hose spider veins briefly exposed by a wind gusted hemline, I never would have seen my cold cat Buddy sprawled out stiff-legged on the porch with one slightly red feather dangling from his rigid, lifeless mouth. Nor would I have seen the prize he had deposited on the welcome mat by the front door - a still twitching bird, possibly a robin (it was hard to tell in the darkness) with a purple chained rabbits foot strung about its neck and and carrier pigeon message tube clutched in its beak.
Posted by: | October 14, 2008 at 11:43 PM
That's all I got, poor spelling and all...
Posted by: JWebb | October 14, 2008 at 11:47 PM
When are you going to add an edit feature in the comments, Gail? I accidentally switched tenses and it's killing me surer than the Vampyre Robin..
Posted by: Jake | October 15, 2008 at 12:18 AM
Hop.
Sing.
Hop.
Sing.
She held the blade deftly in her left hand...squinted at the interstice of thumb and index on her right - pacing the dim light ahead.
Hop.
Sing.
Hop.
Sing.
Her breath, ragged like a band of tired ghosts, puncuated her grunted utterance.
"Look at me. Look at me!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I have grown, oh I have grown and tonight you will see what I have become."
As she spoke, she caressed the knife to her chest as if to hone its edge. A scale or two sloughed off.
Hop.
Sing.
Hop.
Sing.
Arms akimbo, knife hand and spy-grip, she golumed towards the dim-lit trailer.
Posted by: MC | October 15, 2008 at 01:11 AM
Those are all pretty damn good.
Posted by: Rob B | October 15, 2008 at 08:36 AM
Yeah, but I worry that Hop-Sing may be too closely tied to Bonanza.. It was a 14 year run.. Unless we're going to butcher the Cartwrights (especially that annoying Little Joe) then I think it's too much of a stretch..
Posted by: Jake | October 15, 2008 at 09:11 AM
..and that freakin Amway stuff is too intense for general audiences .. I'm getting an anxiety flashback just thinking about it... De Voss. Van Andel.. LOC!! SA8!! Arrrghhh!!
Posted by: Jake | October 15, 2008 at 09:17 AM
I was going to go with Tupperware but I wanted to avoid a NC-17 rating
Posted by: Rob B | October 15, 2008 at 10:15 AM
Shamelessly stolen from my current reading:
Robin: . . ! . . ! . . ! . . !
Worm: . . . . . . .
Robin . ! . ! . ! . ! . !
Worm: . . . . ?
Robin: ! ! . ! . ! ! . ! !
Worm: ? ? ? ? ?
Robin: ! ! ! ! ! !
Worm:
Posted by: Chrees | October 15, 2008 at 10:42 AM
Jake - I actually thought about Bonanza when I wrote that - then I thought - well, Jake is probably the only one that will point it out - could be fun...
Posted by: MC | October 15, 2008 at 11:38 AM