FAWC 5: Line, Please!

Are all FAWC stories self-contained? Does anyone ever enter the first chapter in a new series, or anything?

Edit: Also, I'm bringing friends...I think.

Ah, group sex. Nice. ;)

So far, I believe, all the FAWC stories have been stand-alones. There's nothing to keep anyone from developing a story into a series, however. But if you intend your FAWC entry to be a series right off the bat -- and thus don't provide an ending -- then it might suffer a bit in ratings. Of course, the fact that these stories go into CS means it won't get a whole lot of readership to begin with.

The rules for FAWC are pretty loose. Write what you want, even if it's a first part in a series. You can use FAWC as a testing ground for your ideas.
 
Ah, group sex. Nice. ;)

So far, I believe, all the FAWC stories have been stand-alones. There's nothing to keep anyone from developing a story into a series, however. But if you intend your FAWC entry to be a series right off the bat -- and thus don't provide an ending -- then it might suffer a bit in ratings. Of course, the fact that these stories go into CS means it won't get a whole lot of readership to begin with.

The rules for FAWC are pretty loose. Write what you want, even if it's a first part in a series. You can use FAWC as a testing ground for your ideas.

Or not. The FAWC 3 winner wasn't really complete. A good story, but not completed. (Of course, TxTallTales can get away with that. The rest of us, not so much. ;)
 
Mine is coming along nicely! Still in my head, though. It's starting to really come into focus. I think. :rolleyes:
 
I've actually got two different ones going in very different directions. Not sure which one I want to finish, or if I want to do both . . . .
 
My story was simple.

A detention sergeant releases a large young man from jail, along with his possessions: a knife, handkerchief, and a Bible. He insists the jail stole his money but the sergeant hands him a copy of the receipt he signed, and he leaves peacefully.

Later she picks him up, hitch-hiking, and treats him to Wendys. A WHOPPERS WHAT I REALLY WANT, she says. She takes him home, her old husband's watching Preacher Paul on the tv bawling for money to help his ministry defend itself from the lawyers and government persecutors. The old mans wife gets the young man drunk and leads him to the bedroom. The old man (in a wheel chair) throws Scripture at them. She suggests he turn up the volume on the tv, and locks the bedroom door behind her.

Later the old man unlocks the door and slips into the bedroom to rifle the young mans clothes for whatever, and finds the knife. He stabs his wife thru the heart and leaves the knife in her chest, then waits in the living room for the young man to wake and come out. The young man comes out holding the knife and the husband shoots him in the gut, and calls 911.

I call it LIBERALS IN LUV. It'll be in LW.
 
I've actually got two different ones going in very different directions. Not sure which one I want to finish, or if I want to do both . . . .

Oddly I have the same problem. :) Also, the other problem of time to write. But we shall see.
 
I've actually got two different ones going in very different directions. Not sure which one I want to finish, or if I want to do both . . . .

Oddly I have the same problem. :) QUOTE]

What a high class problem to have. Pilot is probably on his 3rd or 4th. Meanwhile, I'm thanking my muse for not flipping me the finger entirely and eloping with JBJ...
 
Oddly I have the same problem. :) Also, the other problem of time to write. But we shall see.

Yeah, it's going to be a busy weekend for me. No time to write since we'll be camping at the beach.

What a high class problem to have. Pilot is probably on his 3rd or 4th. Meanwhile, I'm thanking my muse for not flipping me the finger entirely and eloping with JBJ...

Better company this way. ;)

Story submitted.

Obviously, that kicks you out of the kitchen. Guess it was getting too warm in there for ya . . . .

I'm getting in over my head again. :rolleyes:

Don't panic. There's plenty of time left.
 
Yeah, it's going to be a busy weekend for me. No time to write since we'll be camping at the beach.



Better company this way. ;)



Obviously, that kicks you out of the kitchen. Guess it was getting too warm in there for ya . . . .



Don't panic. There's plenty of time left.

I like my one bombs from readers not my friends. But feel free to one bomb it anyway.
 
Good evening from Mustang Island, Texas. :D Yes, I'm bragging. We're camping on the beach (well, on the other side of the dunes, anyway; no way I want to put up with the winds coming off the gulf at night) for the weekend. I imagine I'll be rather well-tanned by the time we head back.

Seeing as how the wife and Little One are all but passed out from this afternoon's festivities, I may actually get a little writing done tonight.

I like my one bombs from readers not my friends. But feel free to one bomb it anyway.

I've never one-bombed anyone, Jim. If a story is that bad, I never make it to the end. But I'll be interested to see what you would have included in this challenge.
 
Already 4k words in. Seems like this will end up a true short story, for me at least. I hope to finish at around 10k, with as few -ly words as possible. Why simple when you can make your own life living hell? :)
 
I picked a peach this morning. OMG its so sweet! Youd really wanna be me if you tasted it.

Mmmm, I wanna watch you eat that peach. :devil:

Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. You cut the peach with the knife - right down the crack in its soft bum-fluff cheeks. The juice dribbled down your chin - too late you snatched at the handkerchief to wipe at the man-stubble on your chin. The peach juice had dripped all over the open book - or wait, it was a magazine, open at a picture of two buxom Swedish blondes with limbs entwined. A juicy wet splodge fell right where they had pressed together their two ...

things.

;)

I hope you actually are going to enter a story. You have been very good about going and reading and leaving comments in former competitions.
 
Mmmm, I wanna watch you eat that peach. :devil:

Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. You cut the peach with the knife - right down the crack in its soft bum-fluff cheeks. The juice dribbled down your chin - too late you snatched at the handkerchief to wipe at the man-stubble on your chin. The peach juice had dripped all over the open book - or wait, it was a magazine, open at a picture of two buxom Swedish blondes with limbs entwined. A juicy wet splodge fell right where they had pressed together their two ...

things.

;)

I hope you actually are going to enter a story. You have been very good about going and reading and leaving comments in former competitions.

I submitted the story to Laurel already.
 
- right down the crack in its soft bum-fluff cheeks. [ QUOTE]

About 40miles south of me is a water tower. It's in the peach growing county of Alabama. So they made it to look like a big peach. The issue with it has always been the direction they turned it makes it look (from the interstate nearby) like a giant butt.

http://davidrwetzelphotography.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/food-peaches-001a.jpg?w=356&h=725


So... soft bum-fluff cheeks!:D:D:D:D:D

I'll get back to you when I get up off the floor, oh god my sides hurt.

MST
 
- right down the crack in its soft bum-fluff cheeks. [ QUOTE]

About 40miles south of me is a water tower. It's in the peach growing county of Alabama. So they made it to look like a big peach. The issue with it has always been the direction they turned it makes it look (from the interstate nearby) like a giant butt.

http://davidrwetzelphotography.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/food-peaches-001a.jpg?w=356&h=725


So... soft bum-fluff cheeks!:D:D:D:D:D

I'll get back to you when I get up off the floor, oh god my sides hurt.

MST

This county is moving from citrus to peaches since the Florida adapted varieties came along.
 
- right down the crack in its soft bum-fluff cheeks. [ QUOTE]

About 40miles south of me is a water tower. It's in the peach growing county of Alabama. So they made it to look like a big peach. The issue with it has always been the direction they turned it makes it look (from the interstate nearby) like a giant butt.

So... soft bum-fluff cheeks!:D:D:D:D:D

I'll get back to you when I get up off the floor, oh god my sides hurt.

MST

Mmmmmmm, have I got a tongue big enough for that? :p

This county is moving from citrus to peaches since the Florida adapted varieties came along.

Hahaha! that should be a phrase of some kind. Instead of saying gloomy things like: "The country is going to the dogs", we can say more resigned things like: "The county is moving from citrus to peaches."

(PS, I think you have to submit your story to FAWCker. You PM Slyc and he gives you the secret password, I mean email address, and then you email the story to him.)
 
(PS, I think you have to submit your story to FAWCker. You PM Slyc and he gives you the secret password, I mean email address, and then you email the story to him.)

He knows how it works. He just didn't want to play with the rest of the kids. ;) It's his story, his prerogative.
 
He knows how it works. He just didn't want to play with the rest of the kids. ;) It's his story, his prerogative.

I don't know why I'm trying to write two of these. Damn ideas. I'm going to have to go full Emily Dickenson if I want to get these and my Nude Day story written in time.
 
I don't know why I'm trying to write two of these. Damn ideas. I'm going to have to go full Emily Dickenson if I want to get these and my Nude Day story written in time.

I've dropped myself into the same bucket. I've got a total of four stories going at the moment. One is at 54k words, another just over 20k, and the last two have just topped ten thousand with no end in sight for any of them yet.
 
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