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.

14 comments:

Melly said...

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

Melissa Amateis 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.

Anonymous said...

(ROFLMAO!!)

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

Anonymous 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.

Deadman 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?"

Anonymous said...

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

Kelly (Lynn) 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."

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.

Anonymous said...

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

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

JG 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.