Here’s the first part.
I wrote it in Word but for some reason the formatting (indents and such) would not carry over when I cut and pasted it here. I tried saving it as rich text, plain text, and even straight html but no matter how I input it here it wouldn’t retain the formatting. Thus the simple blocks of text you see below…
Filed under the “Story Project” label.
Marcel fought to keep his composure as he entered the small room. His senses surged and promised to boil over at the sight of the men in front of him. They’re silver buttoned shirts and grotesquely overdone rank insignia assaulted his very being. Time slowed to a crawl and the rush of blood through his rapidly beating heart slowly built to a crescendo overcoming all other sounds in the room.
What the fuck were cops doing in his flat? More importantly, how much did they know?
After several panicked moments he allowed reason to douse the fire raging inside his mind and with an almost visible effort forced his fists to unclench.
He realized the men had stopped talking and were staring at him. Had one of them said something? Was the burden to the conversation now on him? Had they searched the small 1 bedroom apartment? Had those window shades been open or closed when he left and had…
Wait, what was that? Did the one with the moustache just wink at him? His mind raced as he fought for answers. Marcel knew he had to say something.
“…the fuck?” was all he got it. The cops seemed less than impressed.
“Cut the shit pal. You’re wanted downtown. There’s been another murder and they want you to come down and weigh in on it. We’re paying double this time if you can figure out the cocksucker who did it. You in or you out?” quipped the short fat one.
Even as the voice in the back of his mind screamed the opposite, Marcel willed his head to nod affirmative. Anything to get them out of this room! Had they searched it? Did they know? His eyes darted to the window shades…
“Good let’s move”, grumbled one of them.
They pushed their way past him, the fat one having to turn sideway to get through the doorframe. Once out in the hall they turned and waited impatiently for Marcel who hadn’t moved an inch.
“You coming doc?” asked fatty.
Reluctantly Marcel left the room and carefully closed the door as his escorts ambled down the cramped hallway. As he did so he allowed himself once quick and furtive glance to the floorboards in the west corner of the room. With a small measure of relief he noted they appeared to be untouched and intact. For time being at least.
Nevertheless, as he slowly trailed after the two officers, Marcel found his hand tightly gripping the gun in his coat pocket and his mind squarely centered on what was under that floor.
(To be continued…)
December 15th, 2007 at 10:51 am
I’m not sure how you guys are planning on running this commu-writ. Do we comment here then decide who’s to go next? Are there limits to where we can go with this. Do we strict the story to a genera or something?
I mean we can’t have someone writing a crime story and then an alien with butcher knife makes sweet love to an Orc senator who’s dealing with HIS first period.
Know what I mean? Great start btw Shannon! I like, I like.
December 15th, 2007 at 12:18 pm
Just go with the flow man. Try and build on what was already written by the person previous to you.
In this for example it looks to be starting out a crime story but for all we know this guy himself is an alien or some shit.
I tried to leave plenty of things to hook into and jump from.
Also just try and be as spontaneous as possible. Obviously as you noted we don’t want politician Orc sex but try not to over think it. Part of the idea is to keep the story moving at a good momentum.
December 15th, 2007 at 12:19 pm
Also, who’s up next? Let’s hash out a rotation so we can keep things going fairly smoothly.
December 16th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
I’ll go next, then Bardo, then TD if he decides to post…
Good?