Story Starters

[CrimsonMaiden]

Writer's Block? No ideas?

Here's a thread for everyone to contribute story starters that other authors can take as a jumping off point to help prod their creative juices.

Anything posted here would be done so with the understanding that any author can use it for his/her own stories.



Lightning flashed, illuminating the dark room and momentarily blinding her.

 

[Liar]

It was a dark and stormy night...

Ok seriously:

She had felt it for weeks now, like a ghost dancing just out of sight when she tured her head, like a warm breath down her spine. She knew. It had been years, but she new the texture and scent of his presence better than anythng. The fact that he was dead did not change that...

 

[SeaCat]

A woman screams, sobs are heard. A man is seen running from the woods. A shot is fired, a life is lost, his outstrectched hand rests against the open door of the phone.

 

[minsue]

A woman screams, sobs are heard. A man is seen running from the woods. A shot is fired, a life is lost, his outstrectched hand rests against the open door of the phone.

The door of the phone?

 

[SeaCat]

The door of the phone?

Sorry, should be phone booth.

 

[minsue]

Sorry, should be phone booth.

Doh! http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/kopfpatsch.gif

That makes perfect sense. Sorry, I'm a tad slow.

 

[SeaCat]

Standing there in the heat I looked in the mirror shimmering in the darkness behind the bar. Our eyes met, briefly looked away, then met again. Interested I turned away from the bar and looked for her. Finding her sitting at a table on the other side of the pit where people were acting like they were dancing while groping each other. Seeinf me looking she smiled then motioned for me to join her. Smiling in reply I grabbed my beer and worked my way through the Friday night crowd until I was standing beside her table. Looking at her looking up at me I was mesmerised by the Opaline green of her eyes, it was a color I had never seen before.
"Is she wearing contacts?" I asked myself. "Her eyes seem to almost glow."
I jumped slightly and blushed when she asked me to sit down for the second time. I realized I had been staring at her without saying a word. Pulling out a chair I sat and we started to talk. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of talking and laughing as we got to know each other. Before we were ready the barkeep called "last Call". From things she had said during the evening I knew she wouldn't be going home with me but I wasn't disapointed. We had made plans to meet for lunch the next day As I stood waiting for her to stand she looked up at me and asked me to help her to the door then out to her car. As she was asking me this I was shocked to see her push away from the table and roll her chair over to me. The look on her face told me she was worried about what I might think about this little point she had forgotten to tell me about heself.

 

[SeaCat]

Doh! http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/kopfpatsch.gif

That makes perfect sense. Sorry, I'm a tad slow.

Not a problem, I should have put that in there. Besides, how many people know what a phone booth is anymore?

Cat

 

[shereads]

She had writers' block. Maybe the others did, too. Maybe they could help each other...

Jane went back to the message board at the Authors' Hangout, did a quick check for polls, and typed her invitation: Writers' block? No ideas? Here's a thread to contribute story starters that other w -

What the hell was that noise?

It couldn't have been an intruder. The dog would be barking like mad.

Unless...?

Jane had spent hours trying to come up with a story idea, and hadn't given much thought to the German shepherd that usually slept at her feet while she worked. Now she wondered when she had last seen the dog. She should check and see if he was sick -

THUD...d r a g...THUD

Holyjesusandmary!

The noise again. Closer this time. It was coming from the hallway.

"Carson?"

Why wasn't the dog barking?

"Carson, where are you?" Jane heard terror in her voice; she hadn't known what terror felt like until now. "Who's there?" she croaked. "What have you done to my dog?"

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

I'd nailed the girl of my dreams. She'd given me the clap.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[neonlyte]

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

I'd nailed the girl of my dreams. She'd given me the clap.

Rumple Foreskin

A Tale of Two Titties?

 

[yui]

It was a dark and stormy night...

Ok seriously:

She had felt it for weeks now, like a ghost dancing just out of sight when she tured her head, like a warm breath down her spine. She knew. It had been years, but she new the texture and scent of his presence better than anythng. The fact that he was dead did not change that...

Oooh, I like that! But I think you should write it.

 

[yui]

A Tale of Two Titties?

I saw the first 12 1/2 minutes of that movie in the ninth grade, in Julie Fenton's basement when her parents were at a party.

 

[Sherry Hawk]

It was a dark and stormy night...

Ok seriously:

She had felt it for weeks now, like a ghost dancing just out of sight when she tured her head, like a warm breath down her spine. She knew. It had been years, but she new the texture and scent of his presence better than anythng. The fact that he was dead did not change that...

I'm with Yui...I like this very much!

 

[shereads]

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

I'd nailed the girl of my dreams. She'd given me the clap.

Rumple Foreskin

< bowing, scraping >

That was beautiful. The entire spectrum of the human experience, from elation to an embarrassing social disease, in 25 words. I'll bet Dickens had something like that in mind and didn't know where to go with it.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

< bowing, scraping >

That was beautiful. The entire spectrum of the human experience, from elation to an embarrassing social disease, in 25 words. I'll bet Dickens had something like that in mind and didn't know where to go with it.

Could be. After all, the story was set in France.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[shereads]

Could be. After all, the story was set in France.

Rumple Foreskin

That 'splains it.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

bumping...


First thread I've started in months, can't let it drop to the second page in less than 24hours...

 

[NoJo]

Jenkins slowly peeled back Mrs Henderson's labia, and peered out.

 

[Guest]

Jenkins slowly peeled back Mrs Henderson's labia, and peered out.

Stop making me laugh like that! Especially at Sunday teatime.

 

[NoJo]

Why, doesn't the vicar know about you?

 

[Guest]

Why, doesn't the vicar know about you?

No, he merely thinks of me as his sweet little maid.

More tea, vicar?

 

[NoJo]

No, he merely thinks of me as his sweet little maid.

More tea, vicar?

Why yes. How come I never see you at bell-ringing practice? I miss the sight of you tugging at my bells.

Ahem. Story Starter:

Jim stood naked in front of the mirror. He ran a hand slowly over his chest, then slowly down over his firmly muscled belly until it found pulsing hard-on. "Not bad for a four-year old", he thought.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Sub Joe and/or Tatelou,

I bow, or at least nod, to your expertise on this matter. No doubt you remember the old play-on-words about how French hookers hold their liquor? Well, do you know if English Maids hold their Vicar by the ears?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[Guest]

Sub Joe and/or Tatelou,

I bow, or at least nod, to your expertise on this matter. No doubt you remember the old play-on-words about how French hookers hold their liquor? Well, do you know if English Maids hold their Vicar by the ears?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Rumple Foreskin

That all depends on how the vicar's sermon is going. If he's doing good, I find holding his ears (while he's beneath my pulpit) can distract him somewhat. If he's not putting enough effort into his delivery, then a tug on his ears gives just the right amount of encouragement.

I hope this is helpful.

Lou