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Quote'K. So in my English class, we have these things called telling sentences. What you do, is you get a sentence. You have to build a story off of that sentence without using the sentence, and using sensory details. So I'd like to pose a little writing challenge to IO.
We've already done three of these, so I'd like to make a topic for each (and each subsequent one) and I'd invite you all to write a story for that sentence, just as a fun little thing. Go crazy, have fun. Feel free to critique if you wish, but this is mainly for fun.
Doesn't have to be long, just half a page to a page at least (double-spaced in Word, of course). If you want longer, knock yourselves out. I'll post mine first to get the ball rolling.
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He tensely gazed into the room, checking every corner and every shadow for potential threats. Peering into the gaping abyss, he found nothing and he breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously crept into the room. Every creak of the boards resting beneath his feet caused his face to contort into a cringe, due to the belief that any noise could attract the attention of any individual to himself whom he considered, and with good reason, to be lacking the desire for attention in every respect. His attempts, in any case, were successful for the most part as only once did he detect the presence of an unwanted visitor.
He caught sight of a small wooden desk—made from high-quality oak it still to his left, upon which sat a lantern. Reaching his hands into his pockets he fumbled for a time before finding a small book of matches which he then used to light the lantern. As light began to illuminate every corner, chasing the shadows far beyond the boundaries of the walls, he took in his surroundings. Aside from himself and the desk, the room contained a floor, a ceiling and four walls with a door on one of them. The room was quite clearly empty; from its wooden walls to its ceiling and floors there was nothing save for a fine layer of dust. Once more he reached into his pocket, pulling out a map, yellowed with age and taped together in more than a few places. He crossed the room off and turned to leave. There was a creak on the floorboards on the other side of the room, deep within a corner still illuminated by shadows.
He tensely gazed into the room, checking every corner and every shadow for potential threats. Peering into the gaping abyss, he found nothing and he breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously crept into the room. Every creak of the boards resting beneath his feet caused his face to contort into a cringe, due to the belief that any noise could attract the attention of any individual to himself whom he considered, and with good reason, to be lacking the desire for attention in every respect. His attempts, in any case, were successful for the most part as only once did he detect the presence of an unwanted visitor.
He caught sight of a small wooden desk—made from high-quality oak it still to his left, upon which sat a lantern. Reaching his hands into his pockets he fumbled for a time before finding a small book of matches which he then used to light the lantern. As light began to illuminate every corner, chasing the shadows far beyond the boundaries of the walls, he took in his surroundings. Aside from himself and the desk, the room contained a floor, a ceiling and four walls with a door on one of them. The room was quite clearly empty; from its wooden walls to its ceiling and floors there was nothing save for a fine layer of dust. Once more he reached into his pocket, pulling out a map, yellowed with age and taped together in more than a few places. He crossed the room off and turned to leave. There was a creak on the floorboards on the other side of the room, deep within a corner still illuminated by shadows.
I can't help but feel that there were a few more sentences last time. It feels incomplete, but whatever.
Edited by Mega X.exe on November 6, 2007 at 8:56:38.