Mini-epics - a new challenge?

[DesEsseintes]

Forgive me if this particular writer's game has been raised before, but I couldn't see it on the current threads. I've used it before to help teach the art of editing and precision.

A mini-epic tells an entire story in 50 words. The important thing is that it must be exactly 50 words - not 49 or 51.

The idea is that one person writes a mini-epic on a topic, and then sets the next topic for the next person in the thread. (Though of course, if you are particularly inspired by a topic then run with it!) Since I'm first up here, I'll give myself a tricky topic.

First Love.

Shy hands, awkward conversation: awkward hands and shy silences, punctuated at last with kisses neither shy nor awkward. The love-making hesitant, joyous, noisy, finally ecstatic: even the neighbour's dog joined the chorus. At last the bed grew cold. Love shivered in impracticable nightwear before slipping out, one perfunctory afternoon.

OK - next topic is....The best day of my life!

 

[lovecraft68]

There is not one for exactly fifty but if you look in this forum

http://forum.literotica.com/forumdisplay.php?f=56&order=desc

There are a lot of variations. 50 and under 100 word descriptions etc....

You might try this idea in that forum, probably get better results

 

[patientlee]

The Best Day of My Life

Bibbity-Bobbity-Boutique with a four-year-old blondie. With an updo, a crown, and a sparkly dress, she was princessified.

Dining with princesses. The chef catered to food allergies with foods she actually liked.

To end the day, the Pledge of Allegiance for all to hear.

Best day ever.

 

[DesEsseintes]

Brilliant work, patientlee. But you forgot your challenge to the next reader - what should their topic be?

 

[patientlee]

Brilliant work, patientlee. But you forgot your challenge to the next reader - what should their topic be?

Oops. Here:

All that glitters isn't gold.

(Sorry folks. I took the easy one.)

 

[AMoveableBeast]

She learned Latin from a professor who specialized in French kissing young Hispanics. Married young, least she did. She got a soft dick, a firm hand, and a finger of gold. Roses withered, rice went rancid, became sake and clove-cigarettes. Tuesday is lasagna, Monday is sex. She prefers Tuesday.

(Haunted House)

 

[LaRascasse]

All that glitters isn't gold.

The mind-numbing chatter of who was sleeping with whom and who was extorting more alimony out of her ex got stale after all of five minutes. He saw his co-workers for the gold plated whores they really were. With a deep sigh, he put his wedding ring in his pocket.

The next topic: The beginning of the end

 

[StarryEyed665]

[Haunted House]

Hurried whispers, voices rasp, raw from screams. Clammy hands, clutching sweat-laced follicles. Quickened pace, their hearts tumble frantically, as they wade through desolation, searching for escape. Unearthly coldness, interminable darkness, silent echoes in this abyss. Suddenly, more shrieks, intense unease, as my voice rings out: “Get out of my house.”

(Next topic: see above post)

(Also, great thread, Des!)

 

[oggbashan]

The next topic: The beginning of the end

How should I start this story? When they meet, or their first quarrel? When he saw her across the crowded room? Or their first kiss?

No. I’ll start with the ending and tell the story backwards from there.

They married and lived happily ever after – the beginning of the end.

Next topic: How they met.

 

[DesEsseintes]

This is going better than I had hoped: there is something about the precise compression that forces good writing, as diamonds are formed from ordinary carbon. Or perhaps you are all simply wonderful writers. At any rate, thank you so far. I love you all, and shall shower you with rare unguents from the Orient, forbidden wines from Atlantis, and courtesans whose lightest touch contorts the soul.

 

[DesEsseintes]

And also - How They Met.

Her fingers crept to his neck. She wrestled with the silk tie, unweaving its complex pattern until it lay discarded: a gaudy chrysalis. She was shameless; relentless. Her lips met his, and hands slid to his firm chest.
"No good," she announced to the silent voyeurs. "I'm afraid he's dead."

The Last Voyage.

 

[patientlee]

The mind-numbing chatter of who was sleeping with whom and who was extorting more alimony out of her ex got stale after all of five minutes. He saw his co-workers for the gold plated whores they really were. With a deep sigh, he put his wedding ring in his pocket.

The next topic: The beginning of the end

Nicely done. Very nicely done.

 

[Hypoxia]

Mary Had a Little Lamb, Couldn't Make It With a Man

"Oh fuck!" she cried as the meaty throbbing member slid into her emptiness.

"Oh fuck, fuck, oh!" she cried again as her soft wet spaces were mercifully massaged.

"Oh fuck me, oh, oh!" she managed to verbally ejaculate before the orgasm swept over her.

Yet again, she had attained nirvana.

 

[oggbashan]

If anyone needs reminding, I wrote these How-Tos:

http://www.literotica.com/s/how-to-write-a-fifty-word-story

http://www.literotica.com/s/how-to-plot-flash-fiction

 

[patientlee]

I've read them. You are the master.

If anyone needs reminding, I wrote these How-Tos:

http://www.literotica.com/s/how-to-write-a-fifty-word-story

http://www.literotica.com/s/how-to-plot-flash-fiction

 

[Mara12]

The Last Voyage

I stared into your eyes, surprised to sink below waves of deep blue sea. Your arms enveloped me and drew me close. I should be afraid, I thought, mesmerized. Your head bent slowly to my neck, nuzzling the soft skin below my ear. And then your teeth sank into flesh.

 

[Mara12]

The Last Voyage

I stared into your eyes, surprised to sink below waves of deep blue sea. Your arms enveloped me and drew me close. I should be afraid, I thought, mesmerized. Your head bent slowly to my neck, nuzzling the soft skin below my ear. And then your teeth sank into flesh.

Wickedly angelic

 

[AMoveableBeast]

Wickedly Angelic

I was born feathered with light, a masturbatory sigh that greeted the morning before daybreak had a name. He stuck His hands in mud, groped you to being, until you were fat and swollen with importance, teats on a clay statue. Filled you with love. Now I will suck you dry.

(Spin-Cycle)

 

[StrangeLife]

The Last Voyage in 50 words? Sure....


Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
OH DAVE.
OH SUE.
DAAAVE.
EEEEVE.
Eve?
Uh oh.
EVE?
Shit.
WHO THE FUCK IS EVE?
Honey please. I can explain…
You cheating son of a bitch, you…
NO DON’T! PLEASE!
BLAM BLAM
911 Please state your emergency.

 

[Mara12]

Wickedly Angelic

I was born feathered with light, a masturbatory sigh that greeted the morning before daybreak had a name. He stuck His hands in mud, groped you to being, until you were fat and swollen with importance, teats on a clay statue. Filled you with love. Now I will suck you dry.

(Spin-Cycle)

very lovely!

 

[AMoveableBeast]

The Last Voyage in 50 words? Sure....


Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
Oh Dave.
Oh Sue.
OH DAVE.
OH SUE.
DAAAVE.
EEEEVE.
Eve?
Uh oh.
EVE?
Shit.
WHO THE FUCK IS EVE?
Honey please. I can explain…
You cheating son of a bitch, you…
NO DON’T! PLEASE!
BLAM BLAM
911 Please state your emergency.

Very clever.

 

[oggbashan]

The Last Voyage - two versions.

1.

The U-Boat eased out of her concrete shelter bound for the Atlantic. She had a rendezvous with a convoy for the Allies’ invasion of Europe.

Her torpedoes might delay the invasion by months and kill thousands of troops.

The Allies knew her mission and location.

It was her last voyage.


2.
I had loved my old motor cruiser.

She was beyond repairing, as was I.

We had received our death sentences, mine from a doctor, hers from a marine surveyor.

Tonight we’ll slip out of harbour.

Where the water is deep I’ll open the sea cocks.

The end. Our last voyage.


Next: She might...

 

[AMoveableBeast]

1.

The U-Boat eased out of her concrete shelter bound for the Atlantic. She had a rendezvous with a convoy for the Allies’ invasion of Europe.

Her torpedoes might delay the invasion by months and kill thousands of troops.

The Allies knew her mission and location.

It was her last voyage.


2.
I had loved my old motor cruiser.

She was beyond repairing, as was I.

We had received our death sentences, mine from a doctor, hers from a marine surveyor.

Tonight we’ll slip out of harbour.

Where the water is deep I’ll open the sea cocks.

The end. Our last voyage.


Next: She might...

That second one is tremendous.

 

[AMoveableBeast]

She Might

She might, born of desperation, be strong enough to hold us, tied like ribbons in her hair. Little Prometheus, bring heaven’s fire. Re-spark our pilot light of love. Like a rock, a Chevy holds the chains. Sacrifice in a pumpkin seat, we’ll dine like eagles until she satisfies. She might.

Next: My Pink Heaven

 

[oggbashan]

My Pink Heaven

She sat on the edge of the bed, kicked her shoes off, lifted her skirt.

She spread her legs. I knew exactly what she wanted. I knelt before her and put my head between her soft thighs.

As I extended my tongue, her hands directed me to my pink heaven.


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