Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Inspirational Writing Exercise

(Cheerio's Paragraph) His coat flapped around his ankles as he strode down the dark street. He jiggled his keys in his hand and whistled along to the music streaming from his headphones. The walk sign flicked on as he reached the corner, but he still turned his head to look for cars coming. Even after a year and a half of living in Brooklyn, he hadn't grown accustomed to the one way streets. He liked it though. He wasn't quite sure why, but he liked living in New York.

(TRS' Paragraph) Suddenly, a shot rang out. And then another. And another. Shots, that is. Suffice it to say that our hero was nonplussed, and quickly looked around for one of the ubiquitous rookie cops who had been hanging out on every street corner for the last few months. They were nowhere to be found. Our hero realized that the shots had been fired at him, and he looked around for some cover. There wasn't any, and he ducked. All this took less time than it took to write, but the murderous assailants were not to be denied, and our hero was soon lying in a puddle of blood.

(Le7's Paragraph) He touched the growing puddle of crimson blood and painstakingly pulled his head a few micrometers off the rough concrete to take one last look at himself. He shuddered before gracefully slipping into oblivion. The street was quiet save for the rustle of a few dead leaves and old candy wrappers. The air was thick with the uneasy quietude of deceit and police sirens started to whine in the distance.

(Sarabonne's Paragraph) It was but a few minutes later that Henry found himself ambling along the same street feeling sorry for himself. Here he was, 43 and dressed as Little Bunny Foofoo for some brat's birthday. He had heard the shots and promptly ignored them. Last thing he needed was some idiot cop playing games while he was in the bunny suit. God it was hot and the polyester itched terribly. Henry was mid-spit when Gary came into sight. Choking on saliva, he ran to get closer. Blood was everywhere. "Aw man..." he muttered.

(Dovid's Paragraph) "Gary Feld is a 22 year old Caucasian male brought in this afternoon with a gun-shot wound to his left hip, he has no significant past medical history and is now in stable condition. He will be admitted to the surgical floor shortly. A surgical and anesthesiology consult has been ordered. He is being given morphine as needed for pain.” Hearing his name, Gershon groggily opened his eyes, slowly remembering the events of the day. The dim light shining from the metallic stand was painfully bright and made him conscious of a splitting headache. He quickly shut his eyes, but not before he caught a blurred glimpse of his surroundings. There were two women in white coats standing by his bed in the emergency room. The younger one presenting his case was clearly nervous and stuttering, almost cowering in the presence of the older scowling lady. He also thought he saw an obese African American man dressed like a nightmare bunny eying him curiously. Morphine can do strange things to you he thought as he drifted away.

(RAW's Paragraph) Meanwhile, our "hero" Gershon's shooters continued on to their main objective: Gershon's residence. Gershon’s basement apartment was situated in a residential neighborhood. The presence of these tough, well armed men would obviously attract attention, but they made no attempt to be discreet. Their mission as they had planned it would not take more than five minutes, and they hoped to be out of the apartment long before the police arrived. Before their M-class Mercedes had completely stopped up outside the house, the men dashed to their assignments. There were four of them. Two took up guard positions outside the house. The other two shot off the bolt on the door and went inside. They knew exactly where to go. In the bedroom was a small, portable safe. It was a junky contraption, and they easily shot off the lock. Inside were neatly arranged packages of cocaine. They stuffed the whole safe into a medium-sized gym bag and left, satisfied that they had found everything they had come for. “Let’s go. We’re done here,” the leader said, stuffing the bag into the trunk of the car. All four men jumped back into the car. Police sirens could be heard in the distance as their car screeched away into the night. Nobody was going to catch them.

23 comments:

Cheerio said...

so farbrengen is up next... and after who, who knows?
i'll keep updating this post with the continuing paragraphs... if anyone feels motivated to edit, please do so! :)

le7 said...

Cute, I invited her so I wonder if she'll join up.

EndOfWorld said...

can i continue the story? did anyone add any more paragraphs?

le7 said...

OH hey, so Mottel is tagged next, but once he does I'm pretty sure it could be you.

EndOfWorld said...

email me and let me know. shame to have this die.

le7 said...

Of course my lady!

Anonymous said...

This is a really great story thus far and I love the idea behind! whoever thought it up must be very talented :)

J

The Real Shliach said...

Oh, she is.

Dovid said...

Mottel's been tagged for 3 days now, can someone check on him or tag someone else? RAW and EOW are both ready and willing to bat.

Dovid said...

CA might be willing as well.

Cheerio said...

sefirah - i have the feeling you're the one with the most influence over the man mentioned... and probably the one with the most practice bugging him ;)
so tell him to get it done quick, or we're passing the buck on to someone else!

sarabonne said...

Ok, I'm getting nervous, could someone, ANYONE, continue the story?

Dovid said...

ok I'm tagging RAW...

Dovid said...

I just left RAW a message on his blog, if he doesn't answer, maybe EOW can continue.

EndOfWorld said...

how do i add a part? i cant edit the post. do i just put it here in the comment section?

Cheerio said...

why, why why? i don't get it. why can't you guys access the post and edit it? someone more skilled than me, please help these people!

EndOfWorld said...

well, i was only invited as a contributor. you need to be granted administrative powers to do that. i can only edit my own posts. dont tease us with the fact that you have that power, honey....

Cheerio said...

who says i do? maybe i don't... the horror!

EndOfWorld said...

well, can you edit this post?

Dovid said...

EOW whoever wants to add should make a new post with the entire story from beginning to end.

EndOfWorld said...

that's true, bec in any case, this post should be moved up...hmmm...okay, lets see if i can crank out some creativity

Dovid said...

EOW, just give RAW another half hour, he responded on his blog that he's gonna post something.

Dovid said...

ok EOW ur up