Hello, hello, is this open for necro?
Thanks! :D
edited 19th Jul '15 8:55:20 AM by eagleoftheninth
Echoing hymn of my fellow passerine | Art blog (under construction)I like that! The second-sentence twist is a nice one, I think. ^_^
(And this is surely one thread that it's very appropriate to "necro"... ;))
My Games & WritingI clawed the top of my head, clinching strands of hair. They nightmare came back.
edited 19th Jul '15 8:35:40 AM by xbimpy
Great, I thought. Lost out in the middle of the woods with no idea what's going on, and unable to remember even my own name.
edited 19th Jul '15 8:34:20 AM by xbimpy
Jane stared into the darkness. The darkness stared back.
@maxwellelvis: Great take on the old "last man on Earth" premise! Somehow I get the disturbing feeling the POV is not "the last woman on Earth"...
@eagleoftheninth: you're certainly welcome to necro this thread, especially with something like that one.
@Tungsten74: Niiice!
edited 19th Jul '15 12:00:31 PM by Wolf1066
Are semicolons cheating? I might be cheating, alas.
From what he could tell, the tapping noise came from nowhere. Then he heard it from inside his skull.
edited 19th Jul '15 6:06:43 PM by electronic-tragedy
Life is hard, that's why no one survives.Hmm... I wonder whether that might not have been more effective the other way around: describe the worker shutting down kiosks at an amusement park (perhaps at night ;)), and then in the second sentence reveal the sentience of said kiosks. Readers might start out guessing that it's a straightforward "haunted amusement park" scenario, only to have the twist reveal that the worker is, in a sense, the monster.
My own attempt, inspired by Tungsten's recent entry:
edited 20th Jul '15 9:17:42 AM by ArsThaumaturgis
My Games & WritingAn excerpt from the forum RP. I'm GM'ing...
edited 21st Jul '15 12:25:13 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!@ergoemos: Seconding what Ars said. Otherwise, nice concept!
@dvorak: ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
This one is honestly a bit on the cheesy side, but eh >_>
@Dvorak: Not bad! The bit about the "infected juvenile" would likely work better for me outside of a "two-line horror" piece (from which you indicate that this comes); here, I find myself thinking that it doesn't quite work for some reason. Perhaps it's the lack of the implied point of reference. I wonder whether it might not be better for this purpose if that part read along the lines of "the infected juvenile is not the last of the night's horrors"—my thought being to move away from referring back to the "juvenile", and instead suggesting it.
@eagle: Hmm... I'm not sure that I really feel the horror there. It seems as though it could be the start of something horrifying, but by itself it doesn't really affect me overmuch. Perhaps if it included some vaguely-ominous advice?
Another attempt on my part:
The encounter with the Undead Child is a long, slow Reveal of They Look Like Us Now, which took a lot of posts.
edited 21st Jul '15 10:15:34 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Fair enough; I was just indicating that, in a "two-sentence horror story", that section didn't quite work for me. The suggestion made was for this "two-sentence horror story" version, not for the full role-play.
My Games & WritingYes, that's very nearly a straight quote from The Concrete Jungle. Not quite in the spirit of the competition, but I noticed that it was too good not to be in.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.There was a noise as something moved. Then a dark shadow crept up from under the door...
In an anime, I'll be the Tsundere Dark Magical Girl who likes purple MY own profile is actually HERE!Rejected ideas:
edited 22nd Jul '15 9:24:57 AM by Bloodsquirrel
Heh, that second one was a nice bit of Black Comedy, I do think.
My Games & WritingRejected:
edited 22nd Jul '15 10:29:23 AM by Bloodsquirrel
His parents always left the door unlocked when he went out at night. But after coming home one night, the door was wide open, and the inside smelled like a fish market.
Life is hard, that's why no one survives.He smiled, predatory. 'Dead, oh, no, not dead at all.
Raising an eyebrow, she looked pointedly over my shoulder.
edited 22nd Jul '15 4:25:23 PM by Error404
edited 22nd Jul '15 10:10:24 PM by Aespai
Warning: This poster is known to the state of California to cause cancer. Cancer may not be available in your country.Yeah, pretty lame. I know.
edited 22nd Jul '15 11:25:19 PM by Braigh