Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Group Story: Drama


We've done a thriller, a romance and a children's story. That means, it's time. We're ready. Let's do it!

DRAMA!

Go on, let the angst out. Let it crash over you in waves of boiling emotion. And when it's finally over, and you're panting on the floor, praying for relief, it starts all over again.

Sound fun? You bet.

So, here we go. Ready or not - Let's create a dramatic masterpiece!

First line: It was quiet on that (dark and stormy) night. Alittle too quiet.

95 comments:

Mira said...

It was quiet on that (dark and stormy) night.

Alittle too quiet.

DESTINY said...

Big things were going to happen. Really big.

Big, big, big.

It would change their lives forever.

It was their Destiny.

Ricky said...

How can it be quiet on a stormy night?

Kalila said...

Maybe the hero of this piece is wearing earplugs, Ricky. Ever think of that? Humans have no imagination.

Carson Cotters, who was only half-human, didn't hear the storm because of his earplugs. He didn't like to be bothered when he had important matters to concentrate on.

Rick Daley said...

The eye of the storm passed and the wind picked up, whispering warnings of dread as the air circled around them.

Vic said...

Because of his earplugs, Carson didn't hear the dreadful thing sneaking up behind him!

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

Have you ever wished you had taken out your ear plugs so you could be aware of the dreadful thing sneaking up behind you?

Lazaro said...

It wanted to eat his brain!

Candy said...

The dreadful thing reached him, unnoticed, but as it stretched out it's spidery arms Carson turned with a welcoming smile, for the putrid smell had preceded this surprise arrival of his half human beloved,the grotesquely fascinating and dangerous, Marzipan.

Mira said...

(sorry to interrupt the story, but Fin has selected Aiden to be this week's character of the week. Could Aiden's author e-mail me? my address is on the side-bar. thanks.)

Mira said...

(Since I'm here....)
Carson embraced his beloved. Yes, others might wonder at his fascination for the bizarre Marzipan. In truth, he did not understand it himself. But he loved. And when is love rational?

Never! he told himself, searching once more for Marzipan's mouth. He would dearly love to know if he was kissing the right place.

With a sigh, he picked a new opening that had a vague similarity to a smile, and planted a wet kiss there.

Candy said...

A shred of her last meal passed through to him on the forked tongue of her kiss and, not for the first time, he reminded himself to keep his distance when she was hungry or his brain might be the shred passed on to someone else, Jealousy shot through him from tail to horns just thinking of such betrayal

Anonymous said...

hmmm, I'm kind of confued, said the fly on the wall.
What is a Marzipan?

Rick Daley said...

"We need to talk," she said.

Like most men, he said nothing. Thoughts tumbled through his mind like a load of clothes flipping around in a dryer, searching desperately for that missing sock that he knew represented the thing she wanted to talk about.

After a few minutes he broke down under her intense gaze. "I slept with your sister," he confessed.

"I was there, remember?" She was not impressed with his response. "That's not what I wanted to talk about."

Vic said...

Marzipan would not be someone else's! Carson would do whatever it took to be sure of that. On a nearby table was a rope...

Bo said...

Why is he so jealous? Sharing is fun for everyone.

What's the rope for? Something good, I hope.

Christine H said...

This is just hopeless. It's like trying to write with a bunch of college students.

Oh, wait a minute... this is a bunch of college students isn't it?

(smacks forehead.)

I am part Hungarian, and marzipan is practically our national food. You may not refer to this blobby gross thing as Marzipan. It's just wrong! Marzipan is a delicious almond paste and one of my favorite treats in the world!

Can we call her Marzi?

To continue:

She gave him a wry half smile. "Your attempt at humor isn't going to distract me. You, me and half my family slept huddled together in the one tent we brought for our camping trip last year because *you* forgot to pack the other ones!" Marzi squared her shoulders.

"No, what I have to talk to you about is the car. It wouldn't start again this afternoon when I tried to come home and I had to bum a ride from Saran. I know you're out of work, and we don't have a lot of money, but if I can't get to *my* job we won't have *any* money. At least not until you publish that ground-breaking novel of yours."

Carson shifted uncomfortably. He knew what was coming.

"I have to get my car fixed, honey. You've got to bite the bullet and sell it. I know you don't want to, but we need the money, and you always said that it was our insurance policy, for a rainy day and all that. Well now is the rainy day."

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Allright, I'll sell it. I know you're right. As long as you promise I never have to sleep with your sister again. She snores!"

Mira said...

(Christine - group writing is like this - it's a jumble. That's part of the fun. It's not meant to be linear.)

Ricky said...

Actually, I'm pretty sure my author is a university administrator in her 40s, not a college student. I'm sure she'll jump in and correct me if I'm wrong. Or kill me off in the sequel. You can never tell with authors.

Anyway, Carson had made a promise, but soon he had a better idea. Marzi's car might be a heap of junk, but it carried a lot of insurance. He could stage an accident, fake an injury, and cash in big.

Mira said...

As he pretended to agree to sell the car, he eyed the rope on the nearby table. Marzipan (his nickname, given to her because she was so super-sweet) had been after him to sell that car for ages. He knew that's because she found the seats uncomfortable with her three legs.

But he loved that car! It had been given to him by his father right before his father perished in the fatal basket weaving competition of '09.

He would never give up that car, never.

He knew it might come down to this. Marzipan, or his car.

He eyed the rope again.

Mira said...

Whoppsie.

On the other hand, he could make a lot of money with staged accident.

Sorry Dad!

Anonymous said...

He looked at the rope again.

Which would it be? Tie Marzi up, or stage an accident.

Or BOTH???

Ricky said...

I don't know. If his Dad gave him the car, he should keep it. Maybe he could burn the house down for the insurance money instead.

Kalila said...

You're so sentimental when it comes to dead fathers, Ricky. Your dad is in a better place. Really.

Candy said...

At least Christine H. called us college students, It could have been worse!

As Carson pondered, the storm grew worse. Lightening cracked all around like great whips threatening but not yet striking the half volkswagon.. Marzi cowered in her seat and Carson couldn't resist giving her his ear plugs. The grateful look in her feline eyes melted his heart and he knew he could never kill her. Suddenly the car shuddered and stopped.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

And so, with a midgen of manipulation Marzi had coaxed Carson towards the destiny she had forseen for him.
He thought he was forging a dastardly plot to free himself from her and gain the insurance money.
She knew that the staged prompts now spelled his certain doom. Afterall, it had been so easy to destroy the father yet he- with his basketweaving skills - was the truly tasty brains of the family.

Bo said...

Do they have time for one last romp in their four-poster bed?

Kalila said...

No. Pay attention to the story line, Bo.

Bo said...

Fine, Kalila.

"Kiss me again, my darling," Marzi said.

Carson rushed to comply, little suspecting what would happen next.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

Lip to lip - gentlest friction; this time the pressure was a little greater - no, a lot greater thought Carson as he surrendered to the passion he had always felt.
The pressure of mouth to mouth became more intense as Marzi used that wicked forked-tongue to tease and tempt and delve. Her tongue was probing for the soft roof of the palate - her own version of express delivery dinner.

Troubadour said...

(For the record, my author dropped out of college over 18 years ago).

"Ungh!" Carson tried to yell.

Marzi drew back her tongue, a drop of Carson's blood clinging to its tip. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you bring out the best of the worst in me," Marzi teased.

Carson wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. The streak of blood was hardly noticeable on the black silk.

"I least I bring something out of you. My wife doesn't respond to anything I do."

"Carson," Marzi said. "She's been dead for thirteen years."

Anonymous said...

well, that was a twist

Vic said...

"I've been doing my best to make her undead," Carson said. "But my efforts have failed. And so she remains a ghost...who knows exactly what kind of dastardly plan you've got in mind!"

Nevin said...

Wait, I don't understand. Why is everyone being so mean to each other? Can't they just go outside and enjoy the butterflies?

Kalila said...

It's night and there's a storm out, Nevin. No butterflies.

Ricky said...

"I may have evil plans," Marzi said, "But so do you."

Nevin said...

Sounds like they're made for each other!

Anonymous said...

And, oh crap, I am still just the fly on the wall!

Kalila said...

Carson and Marzi looked at each other in alarm. A sentient fly was in the room! And it knew about all their plans! It must be killed before it could escape and betray them.

Their differences forgotten, Carson and Marzi started searching for a flyswatter.

Christine H said...

Hey guys, it's not the linearity (or lack thereof) that prompted my previous comment.

It's the gross stuff. Ugh. I was really getting grossed out there! The marzipan thing made me nostalgic, thinking of my favorite dessert, and then the blobby mouth and forked tongue with a bit of food on it just sort of ruined it. Sorry!

Mira said...

Christine - I love that you're here at the site, but let's please not critique other people's writings. Part of the fun of group day is the freedom to experiment.

If group day isn't your thing, that's cool too.

Mira said...

Christine - I'm going to e-mail you and we can talk more.

Vic said...

The fly watched Carson and Marzi as they frantically searched for a flyswatter. It would do them no good to find one because this was no ordinary fly!

With a twitch of his wings, he flew out the window, into the night. He had important things to report to his master.

Carson and Marzi were doomed!

Unless...

Anonymous said...

oh boy, you just can't get away with being a fly on the wall anymore, can you?

Okay, well then:

"That's right, Masteer," said the fly. "They are up to something wicked AND sweet."

The fly licked his lips.

"I'll be going back for the sweet part."

Masteer rubbed his front antennae together.

"And I'll be closing in on the wicked plane," he said, slowly pursing his lips into an evil grin.

Anonymous said...

Carson said "My ex-wife is not dead. She would never die. She's a were-fly. I know that she is here, watching my every move. Where is that flyswatter?!"

Anonymous said...

Suddenly Marzi was VERY jealous.

Kalila said...

Marzi quit looking for the flyswatter and reached for the rope...

Anonymous said...

"Honey, come here," Marzi said, in that sinuous, sexy voice that tended to shatter glass. I have something special to show you."

Carson looked over. He saw a gleam of rope behind Marzi's arm. "Oh, no," he said. "Not again! Do we really have to do this every time we argue?"

Ricky said...

Something was going to happen in this story, even if Marzi had to go to jail for it.

Candy said...

"No, my Dorkling," (An affectionate term among half humans) "You misunderstand. We must tie this rope to the car, the other end around your sinewy waist and you must tow us to safety before Fly does its evil duty." With her three arms she wrapped Carson and sent him out into the night, oblivious to his threatening tummy rumble nor his squeaky complaints because of the earplugs. The car began to roll after the straining half human ahead of it, who was unaware of the steep downhill around the next corner.

Anonymous said...

"Wait a cotton picking minute," said the fly.

"I was just a fly on the wall, now I am evil spy fly and worse, now I am also this story's VILLAIN too???"

"tsk tsk.

"Okay, you asked for it!

"Buzzzz buzzzzzz buzzzzz." (starting up evil fly motor sounds.

Anonymous said...

word verification: decriers

Decriers were getting ready to work in this story too.

Mira said...

"Why" Carson cried with a deep agony that came from the depths of his very soul.

"Why me? Why must I tow this car while my grotesque half-human love sits back, heckles me and tells me to move faster? Why must I fall a victim to every were-fly ex-wife mastermind with an axe to grind? Why am I hungry again when I only ate 1 hour ago?"

He shook his fist at the sky. "Why, tell me why? Tell me!"

He fell to his knees. His voice dropped to a mere whisper. "Why me? Why me? Why me?"

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

"It is your destiny!" said the destiny-wanna-be (sorry Destiny - just think of me as lowly 'office' junior) as it began to unfurl its flaccid, fiberous tubers and turn its undulating head towards Carson!
Seeing the gelatinous head emerge from Marzi's shoulder was one sight too many, for the hungry hen-pecked human.
With a shriek of horror he sobbed, "Even the monsters are looking like food now!"

Candy said...

As he knelt there he felt a loosening around his waist and from the corner of his bulbous eye he saw the car, on the cusp of the hill,rolling faster and faster toward him. Quickly Carson lept to his feet and began to run. "Faster! Faster!" Marzi screamed gleefully behind him. A buzzing, ever closer spurred Carson to even greater effort so his feet scarcely touched the ground.

Anonymous said...

"I can fly!"


"I can fly!!"

Anonymous said...

They sailed then.
The car became a chariot in the night sky. Marzi lashed him like the stallion he was with the lose ends of her rope.

The buzzing whipped in and out of Carson's ears. His brains began to ooze out of them in slow,thick droplets.
Marzi's tongue reached out, unfurling ever and ever longer until it sidled up against Carson's head and she began licking the droplets up as they appeared.

Pure fiction said...

Suddenly a huge swarm of buzzing flys swept out of the dark thundery sky, like a miraculous, repulsive rain cloud.
For a moment Carson couldn't see anything, then the tiny creatures formed a strange and familiar image above his head - it was the face of his dead wife.
'Don't worry, Carson,' she buzzed in a billion tiny buzzing voices. 'I'm here to save you, and in doing so I will redeem the reputations of common houseflies accross the planet.

Anonymous said...

She was the fly in the ointment!

Anonymous said...

George Washington walked into the story on the top of the hill far, far below.
He had a cherry tree in his hand and an ax in the other.

"I cannot tell a lie," he said.

But then someone noticed, when he said that, that he had a wooden tooth.

Anonymous said...

"Hey George," cried the squirrel, still hanging out in the cherry tree.
"I think you got lost again. This isn't your story!

"By the way," he added, "you're dad is going to be even more pissed than mine when he sees you chopped the cherry tree down. Man, you've got to get a handle on something more constructive than that ax you're carrying around."

Anonymous said...

Umm, umm, announcement.

(man with a pad of paper reading)

We need a sex scene in this story.

(clapping his hands impatiently)

Right away people!

Candy said...

I thought the sex scenes were left to Bo. Where is he? I miss those abs.

Pure fiction said...

A sex scene? (gulp) . . um . . .really? It could be very nasty with all those flies?
Or what about George and his axe? . . . that doesn't seem a very good idea either . . .

Bo said...

I suggested putting that rope to some sort of fun use, but no, you folks went and used it to tow a car. I also suggested a romp in the four-poster bed, but that was nixed, too.

And now I'm supposed to do something with flies and an axe? Even I'm not that kinky!

But if anyone wants to sneak off with me for a little fun while the others carry on with this story line, I'm game.

Anonymous said...

ROFL


(word verification: train

like this story is a runaway...)

Anonymous said...

Suddenly Carson remembered...

DESTINY had said...

Big things were going to happen. Really big.

Big, big, big.

It would change their lives forever.

It was their Destiny.

Anonymous said...

Hi,

So what happened?

Did Carson survive?

I wouldn't mind a sex scene.

Shadow

Anonymous said...

Nathan,(the undisclosed friend of writers everywhere) walked into these pages and started jumping up and down.

"People," he said, "I think you have something going on here!"

(But of course, he was watching LOST at the same time...)

(sigh...)

Anonymous said...

The authors of this story all looked up.

Way to go! They high-fived.

We've finally written a query that will work!

Ricky said...

Query? I thought this was a synopsis!

Anonymous said...

Back to the sex scene.

This is the meat!

Anonymous said...

It was really getting loud on that quiet, dark and stormy night.

Carson and Mitzi were getting sooooo kinky with all that sleding through the night sky, the ROPE, and the flies, to say nothing of the brain goblets being sucked up.

Damn!




(word ver: suckerac! No kidding!)

Bo said...

Carson and Mitzi? I thought it was Carson and Marzi. I hope this is an open marriage, becasue Marzi seems like the jealous type.

Marzi, baby, let me know if you need any reassurance that you're still sexy.

Anonymous said...

"Wow, where did my third leg and arm go?" asked Mitzi, looking in the mirror.

"And, wow, will you look at these big heaving breasts that suddenly appeared!"


"Brahahahahaha," said the fly on the wall.

Anonymous said...

She was stunning and Bo was started to emit heavy breathing.

BUT:

she was Marzi's evil fly twin!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

"You're very handy with that ax, when you want to be," exclaimed the squirrel, taking George, pointedly by the hand.
"We really have to get back to our own story now," he whispered.

Candy said...

Hey, the squirrel told me that Nathan has signed us all up to write the blockbuster that will make him famous around the globe = or did he say infamous?

Anyway, the flying car was losing altitude due to all the new passengers who were being harassed by green headed flies with small microphones so they could send juicy scandal back to the Enquirer and News of the World. But the inky storm clouds stopped them from seeing the action in the back seat where Carlson and Marzi grappled with all their arms and legs atangle, proving their love was only for each other.

Bo said...

So do I get Mitzi or Marzi? I'm confused.

Ricky said...

Sounds like you should stay away from both of them, Bo. Besides, the car is about to crash.

Vic said...

Lower and lower the car drifted toward the ground, the two lovers in back oblivious to their impending doom...

Lazaro said...

A zombie was waiting on the ground. He knew an easy meal was on its way!

Anonymous said...

Uh oh.

Does the zombie get them and EAT THEIR BRAINS?????

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately, for the zombie, when he opened his mouth to swallow their brains, the fly flew in.

Anonymous said...

It was a dark and stormy night inside the zombie's brains.

Anonymous said...

The fly was carrying a virus.

Anonymous said...

DESTINY said...

Big things were going to happen. Really big.

Big, big, big.

It would change their lives forever.

It was their Destiny.

Anonymous said...

The "fly" began to do a slow, methodic implosion.

Anonymous said...

When are you writers going to stop pussyfooting around and get to the sex?

Bo, can you do something?

Sirena

Christine H said...

Hi everyone,
I apologize for not being able to get into the spirit of things today. (Hangs head.) I've been up way too late too many days in a row and am getting a little grumpy. But, tomorrow is my last final, and then I'm done (except for grading.)
I meant the "college student" comment as a fun observation, not a slight. You guys remind me of my students! So, regardless of your age, you are all young at heart (and mind), which I think is necessary to be a good writer.
Have a good evening!
Christine

Candy said...

Hey, Christine, I thought you were just kidding anyway!

Because of all the trauma, and the fly, and the virus, and the fact that they were only half human- Marzi and Carson, after an accelerated gestation, produced nineteen little mongrels (beating octo mom's record) at which all the flies cheered and flashed their teeny cameras. Then they flew off to their various newspapers. All but one, who stayed- the fly on the wall. Carson panicked at the sight of all those minute forked tongues flashing and demanding brains, began to cry. "What have we done?" he sobbed.

Kalila said...

"Buck up," Marzi said. "And since you haven't managed to sell the car, you're going to have to get a job. How else are we going to afford all these kids?"

And so, with a heavy heart, Carson turned on the computer and started updating his resume. The carefree life would be his no more.

Nevin said...

Is this the end? It's not what I expected. Should we dedicate it to Nathan?

Anonymous said...

I think our drama went sci-fi thriller on us. Do you think this is at all due to the heavy reliance on demonic authorship?

On the other hand, perhaps this story would be in the romance section of a demon bookstore.

I would love to see the query letter.

Mira said...

Anon - I think this is the query letter.

And like all good dramas, it left us wondering, pondering the meaning of it all.

Literally.

I'm so proud. I didn't think we could top last week's truly degenerate children's story, but I think we did it. We really, really did it.