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Three Sentences at a Time
Filed in Writing Thursdays
Okay. I’m in the mood to do a slightly different writing post today. Only it requires a little help from all of you. I’m going to start off a story with a few sentences. The first person to comment takes it a little further, the next does the same, and so on. It’s up to you which direction the story takes–dark, light, funny, creepy, whatever.
Okay?
Here we go…
Tucking his hand inside his sleeve, he wiped at the windshield. But it was no use. He simply couldn’t see.
Who’s next?
~Elizabeth
April 22nd, 2010 at 6:42 am
Derek Manning knew that he shouldn’t even be in the car. He should be home, studying for the Chemistry final. But when April called, sounding so desperate, he had no choice.
April 22nd, 2010 at 8:20 am
The rain was coming down hard and he feared he wouldn’t see the oncoming traffic. His heart pounded. What am I going to do?
April 22nd, 2010 at 10:02 am
His mind flashed back to the phone call from April. He was shocked to hear from her again after their last explosive conversation. He instantly forgave the angry words when he heard her desperate plea for help.
April 22nd, 2010 at 10:31 am
But was his heart ready for another possible letdown? The only way he’d know is to go to April and to find out why she needed him, and only him, to help her. Derek immediately dropped his books, grabbed his helmet and leather jacket and jumped on his motorcycle, racing off to April.
April 22nd, 2010 at 11:31 am
But as soon as he got out of the diveway he realized it was too slick to ride. Cursing the lost time, he returned and grabbed his car keys.
As he headed towards the address she gave him thoughts raced through his mind. Had she been abducted and managed a call? Had she done something terrible? Or was it just a ploy to see if he still cared? No, he shouldn’t think like that.
April 22nd, 2010 at 11:46 am
As he got closer to her house, their whole relationship flashed through his mind. He remembered how they met that day on the beach in San Diego. Her little dog, Pepe, had gotten away and was running toward the water.
April 22nd, 2010 at 11:51 am
And then he was at the turn, the Chevy bucking, leaving the ground as he pushed it across a rattletrap collection of oak and iron that was Call-Hollow Bridge.
“Aberdeen,” she’d said, and with a word she’d taken him back to winter, the water, boots churning mud, the sulfur scent of river-bottom thickening the air, and the crush of her brother’s body weighing him into the bank, pushing him into a hole so dark and deep that he’d never again see the sun.
He glanced at the little brown bottle by his side, knew it wouldn’t be enough.
April 22nd, 2010 at 4:04 pm
(Looks like time for a second round…. )
Derek shook off the foreboding feeling; everything was riding on his total belief in the process. Grandma’s potion might be limited in quantity but every thing she ever brewed packed a punch and this batch was no exception. Derek was down to the last drops in the bottle she had handed him on her death bed.
If he mispoke one word of the spell, he wouldn’t have a second shot at correcting what had gone terribly wrong that spring morning at Aberdeen.
(Okay it’s four…. but I was on a roll….)
April 22nd, 2010 at 5:17 pm
As he approached the address he was astonished to see that it was a cathedral. Well, he thought to himself, I’ll take all the help I can get. He grabbed the bottle and walked through the immense wooden doors, unsure of what lay ahead of him.
April 22nd, 2010 at 8:21 pm
He bowed to the alter before seeking solace in the last row of pews. He searched the congregation looking for April, stopping to chat with Sister Margaret. He wondered, “Will I recognize her, it hasn’t been that long?”
April 23rd, 2010 at 7:29 am
Wow!!!
April 23rd, 2010 at 9:37 am
A memory surfaced of her curly (and unruly) hair, and how she always smelled of apricots from her shampoo. Her eyes were the deepest shade of blue he’d ever seen. Her laugh was infectious to him, and it pained him to realize how much he missed hearing that.
April 25th, 2010 at 6:15 pm
(This story won’t work…any motorcycle rider will tell you that a little rain would not stop them from racing off on the bike in favor of getting in a car!)