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Stanistani wrote:Extra points given for realistic description, gloominess, and the creative use of hard rain and its soul-sapping effects.
The dress was magnificent, beautiful, perfect; it concealed the slight expansion of Eliza's belly and made her almost as beautiful as Henry's beloved Deirdre.
Now I don't believe in divorce; every marriage should begin with a ring and end with a shovel. There won't be a divorce in this story, but there might be a shovel.RevBonestripper wrote:A few questions...
...set in a heavy rain...
Does it have to be a heavy rain through the whole story, or can that be limited to the appropriate scenes?
...no more than two characters (not including monster/antagonist)...
Just how strict is this? What if everyone is an antagonist? What if there are three people who take turns at being the monster/antagonist? Do victims count as characters? How about a horde of zombies, cannibals, snakes, lawyers, or libertarians - would that count as a collective monster/antagonist? What if the antagonist is in league with a horde of vicious critters whose only lines of dialogue (if they had any) would be something like "Blarg, Rar! Chomp, crunch, slurp, growl"?
Does it have to be scary, or can it be funny/whimsical, like the monster being a libertarian zombie cannibal lawyer snake who sings and dances in a little ditty titled "Screaming in the Rain" along with a horde of his zombie buddies?
...It was a dark and stormy night. <- Pro tip: do not use this phrase as an opening sentence.
What if we can pull it off? It can be done.
Yes, despite the less-than-completely serious way some of these questions are put, they are serious questions, and for the record, not all of them are pertinent to the story I'm writing. Just in case you were wondering, here's my not dark and stormy first line:The dress was magnificent, beautiful, perfect; it concealed the slight expansion of Eliza's belly and made her almost as beautiful as Henry's beloved Deirdre.
Now I don't believe in divorce; every marriage should begin with a ring and end with a shovel. There won't be a divorce in this story, but there might be a shovel.
RevBonestripper wrote:A few questions...
Does it have to be scary, or can it be funny/whimsical, like the monster being a libertarian zombie cannibal lawyer snake who sings and dances in a little ditty titled "Screaming in the Rain" along with a horde of his zombie buddies?
The unrelenting downpour thudded and crashed on the roof. There was, I mused, almost a rhythmic quality to it. Drum, drum, drum, boom, boom, boom... whoosh... my mind stopped as the drumming became more clear... there was something outside. Drum. Drum. Drum. Boom Boom Boom. Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom. I heard a slowly pounding drum, and something dread beneath.
I grabbed my shotgun, walked to the front door, and listened carefully.
Voices. Singing? Or screaming for help? I could not discern the words or context in the constant rushing booming sound of the ceaseless downpour.
I flung the door open in a mad whimsy.
The figure capered and danced, a parody of a human being, eyes loose in bare sockets, torn scalp hanging from a bashed-in skull. A torn but still coherent pinstripe suit, putrid flesh hanging over a fine pair of shoes. Its rotten face turned smiling towards me, and it sang, waving a briefcase in one bony hand.
I cocked my shotgun and watched.
"As a lawyer, as a lawyer, I often dealt in human flesh...
now a zombie, now a zombie, brains are now my soup du jour
no more taxes, no more taxes, spending needs to be much less
as a reptile, as a reptile, human morals are no more..."
Dark, shambling figures swayed and moaned in unison behind ...
I pulled both triggers and blew it to shreds.
Damned door-to-door solicitors.
RevBonestripper wrote:Completed my story yesterday. Finished the first edit pass today. Should have it all polished up and ready to post very soon.
Starting to wonder if there's anybody else here. I know there's other folks who enjoy writing horror way more than I do, and who can produce something at least as scary as anything I can imagine. Please post, people, before I start naming the crickets and writing down the strange things they've been telling me.
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