Monday, March 27, 2006

Write Along

Call it a writing prompt or just for fun, I want to try a Write Along today. I’ll start with a couple of opening sentences and then each person add a sentence or two and follow the story along. I’ll post the complete story (if we have any success) later this week. Oh, and I invite you to come back more than once to add more prose.

Have a great week folks! Here we go:

The ones that don’t bleed right away are the worst cuts. Karen grabbed the dishcloth and pressed it hard against her palm. Great. Now she’d have to go to the hospital. Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad after all. This would be the perfect opportunity to introduce herself to Dr. Wright.

21 comments:

Melly said...

If this doesn't have romance written all over it :)

Melissa Marsh said...

With his ruffled black hair and green eyes, she wouldn't mind feeling his hands on her...in a purely medical way, of course.

Rene said...

She grabbed her keys and headed for her car, praying the old Dodge would turnover. Slipping onto the cracked vinyl seat, she turned the key.

Heather Dawn Harper said...

And, her car didn't start.

It was a Dodge after all.

Nienke said...

(ROFLMAO!!)

With her hand wrapped in a dishtowel (bleeding now), Karen fumbled in her purse for her cell phone.

1 L Loyd said...

It was not there!

chidder said...

Karen got back out of the car, trying not to get blood on the interior but failing miserably, and looked up and down the street. All of her neighbors worked, except for that strange guy two houses down, Ted, who always seemed to be home.

1 L Loyd said...

Ted came out of his house and stopped on his walkway, staring in her direction. Then a dark brown Jeep pulled up next to her.

Mark said...

"Hey, I need a ride to the hospital", she said to the driver.

"No way, lady, you'll bleed all over my new leather interior. Why don't you get that guy over there to give you a ride?"

Nienke said...

"Hey, wait a minute," said Karen, squinting to get a better look at the driver. "You're Dr. Wright!"

Kelly Parra said...

Dr, Wright slouched in his drivers seat. "You got the wrong guy, lady." And before Karen knew it he was speeding down the street.

"To think I wanted to see that jerk."

Heather Dawn Harper said...

Tom began walking toward her, crossing the street. She was scared and hoped she'd misjudged her strange neighbor.

As he crossed the street, she noticed he was wearing a Harvard sweatshirt.

Hmmm.

Rene said...

"I see you've cut your hand," he said, his voice gruff.

"Uh yeah," she replied. His eyes focused on the blood-soaked towel and he licked his lips.

Wil said...

Karen backed away, thinking her only escape was the house...

Unfortunately it was locked..... and the keys were still in the car.

Janna of Canada said...

"I can take you to the hospital for a price," Tom said, still eyeing the towel.

Karen tried to shift her injured hand out of his line of sight, but he continued to follow her movements until it appeared they were dancing on the sidewalk. "P-price?" she repeated.

Now Tom looked her straight in the eye. His eyes, irises and all, were as black as two shards of coal. "I want three drops of your blood," he said. "For an experiment." He gestured to his Harvard sweatshirt.

Sam said...

Karen knew she needed stitches and the longer she waited the worse it would be. She nodded. "All right. Take the blood. But hurry!"
He grinned. "Don't worry. I just have to get my...

J.A. Coppinger said...

". . . bicycle out of the garage. I don't own a car but you can ride on the handlebars."

"Bicycle?" she practically screamed the word. "You want to ride me on a bicycle? I'm seriously hurt here, jack-ass! Why don't you take your little bike and . . ."

Shesawriter said...

"...shove it up your butt."

She stormed away, mumbling obscenities to herself, but he came right after her.

1 L Loyd said...

"You need stitches, unless you plan to keep bleeding. Then I'll get my blood anyway." Tom face was pale and unblinking.

Heather Dawn Harper said...

Before he knocked her over the head, she thought, "I should have known better than to trust a bicycle riding nut hob from Harvard. Why couldn't he have graduated from Yale?"

Heather Dawn Harper said...

that would be nut job