What do ya say to a DU fiction writing exercise?

[HEyHEY]

We all get ten minutes to write a short story. DON'T START YET. 'We'll waot for some participants and then I'll start it and give us all ten minutes. Should be interesting.

Who's in?

[slinkerwink]

1. sure!

[Pale Blue Dot]

2. You're on.

It has to start by 11:50, though. I have an appointment.

[flamingyouth]

3. Well, since it's 8:50 to HEyHEY, that shouldn't be too hard

:evilgrin:

[HEyHEY]

5. Yeah, we can get the ball rolling in three hours!

;-)

[Pale Blue Dot]

My story may be about Flamingyouth the smartass.

:evilgrin:

[flamingyouth]

12. You don't have the time to write that tale

Hah!

[HEyHEY]

4. okay that's two anyone else

[politicat]

6. sounds like fun.

I'm in.

Pcat

[HEyHEY]

7. Three - flamingyouth are you in?

[flamingyouth]

8. Oh hell, sure

I'm game!

[liberalpress]

9. well heck, I'm game

[supernova]

10. Wish I could stay awake

I'd love to join in, but I'm fading fast.

Can we have another round tomorrow afternoon?

[HEyHEY]

14. if you wish

[eaprez]

11. I'm game

[slinkerwink]

13. has it started yet?

[HEyHEY]

15. No, just wanna make sure all interested parties are in

[HEyHEY]

16. XXX!!!!! READ THIS - RULES

Okay I'm gonna start another thread called DU exercise results...post your stories there. In a couple minutes I will say go

[slinkerwink]

17. ok, sure!

:-)

[HEyHEY]

18. GO GO GOG OG OGOGOOG!!!!

[TrogL]

19. Ya gotta give people more warning

[HEyHEY]

21. I trust ya Torgl

If you're in time yousefl and post in the other thread

[Pale Blue Dot]

20. Sheer terror.

Irena was his best customer. She had long dark hair and piercing blue eyes and she really knew how to order a drink.

"Could you make me sheer terror?" she said to him one day.

"I'm sure I could. What's in it?"

"Red wine is one ingredient. You must figure out the rest yourself."

He spent the rest of the afternoon pouring through his bartending books, trying to find a recipe for "Sheer Terror". He hadn't felt this kind of adrenaline rush for months, since prohibition had been lifted only two weeks ago. At that time, one person shouting "Raid!" had been enough to send waves of panic through him.

Hours passed, and he could not find out what ingredients he needed. He finally had to come clean to Irena.

"I don't know how to make sheer terror." he admitted.

"That is a shame, because Frank's Place down the street claims to know the secret."

With that, Irena got up and walked out of the bar.

He could feel his hands shaking as fear gripped him. He was about to lose his best customer.

"You've got the bar" he said to his partner as he sprinted out the door after her.

"Irena!" he shouted, almost out of breath. "I don't know the recipe for 'Sheer Terror'. I've looked everywhere. I've consulted all of my books. I can't find it. But I can't lose you as a customer. My bar will be nothing without you. Tell me what to do and I will do it. I will mix every liquor I have if you'll just give me another chance!"

Irena gazed at his for a moment, studying him. "Come. Let's go back inside. You pour me a glass of red wine and we'll talk, OK?" With that, she kissed him lightly on the cheek and walked back inside.