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Monday, October 11, 2010

100 Words


On October 1st, Mister Buch, myself, and several other members of the Mass Effect Fanfic Forum began contributing to the very interesting website/encouragement tool: 100words.com

It's a pretty interesting website. The rule is essentially this: Write 100 words a day, no matter what the subject, without fail. That means if you slack off for a couple days, you're out. You have to keep it up and write those 100 words. Every. Single. Day. It sounds remarkably easy, but thinking of something new to write every day isn't so easy, and limiting that thought to 100 words is even less easy.

So far, for me, it's been a lot of fun thinking up random things to post, and watching what the other members of the forum decided to write.

You can find the thread HERE! And I'll throw up some examples, the stories that Buch and I made on the first day.

By Mister Buch:

The experiment was over, for now.

Contained white bolts of electricity still reflected off the glass bottles, lighting the room in flashes. From below, dark shadows crawled up the walls and around the silent corpse at the laboratory’s centre.

Peter, his fingers still on the lever, smiled.

“No matter,” he said to the darkness. “We’ll try again, after some strudel.”

“Yesss Mah-ster,” Laurie replied, his twisted backbone making it sound to Peter as if he were only four feet tall. Even the wretch's voice seemed beneath his station. Quite fitting.

The lightning failed, the shadows died down.

By me:

On the brink—here at the end of all things: they stand in rank with the fires at their backs and their goal in sight. Days beyond the wandering fools who had led them here, years beyond that fateful instant when morality had died behind their eyes, their spears rest burning in their hands.

Another portrait before the carnage, another breeze before smoke fills the air, one last moment to disregard all caution. Their march signals the end of another world as everything suddenly cuts to black. They will add them to their number. They will number them amongst the dead.

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