Snippets

[Zeb_Carter]

The room was dark, lit only by a desk lamp that shined down upon the desk at which two men sat. A file folder was in the middle of the desk. In Russian, it said “Top Secret – Eyes Only” in big red letters across the front cover. The rest was standard FSB text and information in Cyrillic characters.

 

[walkerlong]

Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers

"All right," Ray said with a yawn as he padded across the driveway in bare feet. "This better be good."

"First, tell me this," Austin looked intensely at Ray. "Who was the first girl you ever hooked up with?"

"It was Mary Sue Leighton. Everybody knows that." Austin narrowed his eyes. Neither boy said anything for a moment. They just stood there looking at each other - Austin with an eyebrow cocked in exaggerated skepticism and Ray squinting against the morning sun. Finally Ray tossed up his hands. "Oh, all right! I told everybody that I made it with Mary Sue, but she just let me touch her bra in exchange for copying my algebra homework. Happy?"

"Oh, thank God," Austin pulled Ray into a tight hug. "You're still you."

"Have you been sniffing glue?" Ray twisted out of Austin's grip. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Dude," Austin insisted sincerely. "We are in the middle of some serious shit."

 

[slyc_willie]

"Dude," Austin insisted sincerely. "We are in the middle of some serious shit."

Why do I get the feeling this story plays out like an adult version of Goonies?

 

[slyc_willie]

The room was dark, lit only by a desk lamp that shined down upon the desk at which two men sat. A file folder was in the middle of the desk. In Russian, it said “Top Secret – Eyes Only” in big red letters across the front cover. The rest was standard FSB text and information in Cyrillic characters.

Cold War?

 

[PennLady]

I'll revisit this later, but from a work in progress:

“The court appreciates your efforts, Mr. Zhou, and in truth I think you’ve done admirably well. Still, we must move on.” The judge fixed her eyes on Larissa. “Ms. Almeida, you will be equipped with a Personal Barrier as soon as possible. The barrier will last three years. During that time you will be able to work, walk free, and have access to any citizen’s benefits and services. "

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Cold War?

LOL, not really. A left over from that maybe.

The next set of paragraphs....

“Her name is Alana Shankov,” one man said, in heavily accented English, flipping open the folder.

A picture was displayed. A young woman of about nineteen looked out at the two men with emerald green eyes through raven bangs. Her features were of a woman of European descent. She would be considered pretty by anyone the world over.

“What has she done?” the other man asked, his British accent noticeable.

“Nothing. We just need to know where she is,” the first man said.

“Why ask MI6?”

“We are asking all our…friends,” the first replied.

“Come on Alexei, there is more to this. You and I know…”

“Fine, fine. She is…she…we raised her, educated her and trained her…”

“For what kind of work, Alexei?”

“Comrade Gordon, you know I can’t tell you that.”

 

[walkerlong]

A combination of Valkyries and clerical error sounds like a winner to me.

 

[walkerlong]

I'll revisit this later, but from a work in progress:

“The court appreciates your efforts, Mr. Zhou, and in truth I think you’ve done admirably well. Still, we must move on.” The judge fixed her eyes on Larissa. “Ms. Almeida, you will be equipped with a Personal Barrier as soon as possible. The barrier will last three years. During that time you will be able to work, walk free, and have access to any citizen’s benefits and services. "

Intriguing. Sounds sci fi. Dickian even.

 

[slyc_willie]

LOL, not really. A left over from that maybe.

The next set of paragraphs....

I'm getting shades of Hanna . . . .

Intriguing. Sounds sci fi. Dickian even.

I was thinking the same thing.

 

[oggbashan]

A story attempt in rhyming couplets...

Little Plum was a sailor’s prostitute brassy and bold
As a girl she would never do anything she was told.

She would never have followed her mother’s advice
To study at school, to learn and be a lady that’s nice.

She decided there were better ways to earn a living
Even if that trade made her sins long past forgiving.

After the age of eighteen she had left education
For a sexual career entirely of her own making...

 

[walkerlong]

Why do I get the feeling this story plays out like an adult version of Goonies?

I can only hope. That would be awesome.

 

[FAWCker]

From the same work from I posted earlier

. . . .

Wrong account.

 

[oggbashan]

Be the Best Man?

“You might enjoy that part, Ralph. If you win the duel…”

“Don’t you mean when?”

“WHEN you win the duel, you have to volunteer to be a hostage for the bride. The bridesmaids keep hold of you to ensure that I take Irina to the church and not to anywhere else. When Irina and I arrive at the church the bridesmaids release you to join me.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“It shouldn’t be unless you have seriously injured the bride’s champion. If you have the bridesmaids might – I don’t know what they might do.”

“Great! If I wound the champion the bridesmaids might torture me. Are you sure I’m the right man for the task? Wouldn’t a screen hero be better?”

 

[slyc_willie]

This is from the same story from which my earlier quote comes:

“Oy! Enough, ya unruly bastards!” cried a commanding voice as a new figure emerged beyond the throng of hoof lads. He shoved a pair of them aside so as to make his way toward Dash and Poni. The man was aged, but still formidable, with strong arms to counteract the heavy pot belly. He had but one full curving horn upon his head; the other had been sliced away many years before, leaving a gnarled stump. His reddened face sported an upturned nose, reminiscent of a pig's countenance.

 

[slyc_willie]

“You might enjoy that part, Ralph. If you win the duel…”

“Don’t you mean when?”

“WHEN you win the duel, you have to volunteer to be a hostage for the bride. The bridesmaids keep hold of you to ensure that I take Irina to the church and not to anywhere else. When Irina and I arrive at the church the bridesmaids release you to join me.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“It shouldn’t be unless you have seriously injured the bride’s champion. If you have the bridesmaids might – I don’t know what they might do.”

“Great! If I wound the champion the bridesmaids might torture me. Are you sure I’m the right man for the task? Wouldn’t a screen hero be better?”

Of course, they don't torture him so much as take advantage of him, right?

 

[oggbashan]

Of course, they don't torture him so much as take advantage of him, right?

You have to wait three Lit pages for that part.

 

[oggbashan]

Labyrinth...

My family owned a labyrinth. We didn’t talk about it and tried to forget it but when we sold off parts of the family estates we always made sure that we retained the labyrinth. We didn’t want it to become public knowledge.

Why not?

 

[slyc_willie]

Little Plum was a sailor’s prostitute brassy and bold
As a girl she would never do anything she was told.

She would never have followed her mother’s advice
To study at school, to learn and be a lady that’s nice.

She decided there were better ways to earn a living
Even if that trade made her sins long past forgiving.

After the age of eighteen she had left education
For a sexual career entirely of her own making...

Now see, the way this is written reminds me of those crafty old limericks. More complex than my own attempts at rhyme. Granted, the ones I'm using in my current story are purposefully simple, because I feel that's what the story calls for:

There is no evil upon the land
That does not fear the Hero's hand
No drake or gorgon, imp or sprite
Shall survive 'gainst Hero's might
To all those whom would goodness sunder
Your plans are only farce and blunder
For all the while this flame burns bright
Our Hero lives to meet the fight!

I'll never claim to be a poet.

 

[oggbashan]

Now see, the way this is written reminds me of those crafty old limericks. More complex than my own attempts at rhyme. Granted, the ones I'm using in my current story are purposefully simple, because I feel that's what the story calls for:

There is no evil upon the land
That does not fear the Hero's hand
No drake or gorgon, imp or sprite
Shall survive 'gainst Hero's might
To all those whom would goodness sunder
Your plans are only farce and blunder
For all the while this flame burns bright
Our Hero lives to meet the fight!

I'll never claim to be a poet.

Rhyme is good, but better kept short.

I'm not sure I can write a couple of Lit pages of rhyming couplets, and if I did, would anyone read them?

 

[oggbashan]

Another snippet.

I don’t know what I answered to her question. She looked at me oddly.

“Adam? Are you OK?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Because you have just spouted a lot of nonsense, totally unlike your usual crisp analysis.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about the project.”

“That was obvious, Adam. What were you thinking about?”

“The sunlight on your hair,” I blurted out.

“What!” Sumitra burst out laughing.

“The sun on your hair,” I repeated. “It shone and glinted.”

***

I'd better stop there. I have hundred of incomplete stories to snip extracts from...

 

[slyc_willie]

Rhyme is good, but better kept short.

I'm not sure I can write a couple of Lit pages of rhyming couplets, and if I did, would anyone read them?

I agree with you on the brevity. The one I posted is about as long as they get.

I'm sure a story composed of rhyming couplets would be read. My question is: would it be appreciated?

 

[soflabbwlvr]

I think this one was from FAWC 3, the one based on a picture. I like where it was going.

You are correct. The tropical paradise picture.

 

[oggbashan]

I agree with you on the brevity. The one I posted is about as long as they get.

I'm sure a story composed of rhyming couplets would be read. My question is: would it be appreciated?

This is the rest, as far as Little Plum has got...


She had learned so many useful things in her youth
To fight, to stand on her own, never tell a policeman the truth

But she knew her greatest assets were her tits,
Her bum, her cunt and other interesting bits.

She knew the best way her assets to use,
To make money and to avoid men’s abuse.

When Roger the lodger wanted to be her managing pimp,
She kicked him in the gooleys until his todger was limp.

So she treated any man who wanted free tricks
Until they decided she wasn’t worth damaged pricks.

 

[PennLady]

Prov. Title: The Statue

The big angel, which he had admired every time he passed it, was missing. Even in this part, resembling a weed-strewn wild garden, the Angel had stood out like a lighthouse. He’d almost got to the point of saying ‘hello’ to her as he rounded that corner. She had looked as if she really was on guard but she was beautifully carved, especially the face. To be honest, he thought she was gorgeous. The woman who’d been the inspiration must have been a spectacular beauty even by today’s standards.

Makes me curious but also brings to mind Dr. Who's Weeping Angels. Sorry, I can be a geek.

 

[PennLady]

Intriguing. Sounds sci fi. Dickian even.

Definitely scifi. Not sure it'd be so Dickian, although there is that possibility, I guess.