This is just an effort on my part to undertake story writing the Web 2.0 way i.e. user-generated content is the king. The rules are , "Elementary my dear Watson" , so synonymous with Sherlock Holmes. I will do the honours and start the story by posting the opening line. You can follow it up with one line of yours continuing the story. You can post your line in the "Comments" section. I can't foresee the end of this endeavour. But it sure will be fun to have complete strangers dig into the meagre lines at their disposal and craft brilliance. So, here it goes:
The child was shot point blank.
6 comments:
The same way Zarko had shot himself on that wintry morning for no apparent reason.
And still no clue about the person responsible for all these homicides.
It did take care of the needs, but not the life of Jason or as his parent called him,Son.
One might call it Shakespearian if there were a shred of nobleness in the story of Eliot . There is none.
The late summer afternoon was still hot and there were few customers.Jason began to nod behind the counter. The sound of a pair of tough boots startled him.
"May I help you sir...."
The man was dark skinned with unkempt hair, ugly face,pimpled, dark moustache, heavy beards..A wily old fox from old Wrexham,a sick tired bastard...
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