Monday, July 24, 2006

a scoop from the past?

She vaguely heard the annoying bell ring and clank against the glass door.
"I'll have vanilla," the woman said -- in a waffle cone .... no I better just get a dish.
"Don't need the extra calories."
Franca efforted a smile and scooped the ice cream into a dish. The darkness in her thought about sneaking a bit of lemon sorbet in the cup -- just so the lady could see what she was missing -- but that, of course, would be wrong.
Absent mindedly she rang up the sale -- and started to clean the scoops.
"Ahem" -- a familiar voice sent chills down her spine.
Franca spun around and saw him.


Friday, July 21, 2006

And Then...

This is played just like the acting improv game. Only written (obviously). Though feel free to act it out at home.

Each person reads the whole story so far, then adds a continuaton in the comments. It's a lot more fun if you stop in the middle of some impossible point and then--

Just be sure to end your contribution with "and then--"

Right. Off we go.

Lemon sherbet. They always called it lemon sherbet. Why couldn't people get it right, Franca wondered. "It's lemon sorbet," she informed the woman on the other side of the counter. She sighed, waiting for the inevitable order of chocolate chip. Nobody ever wanted anything interesting. They always asked about the lemon sorbet, but then ordered the chocolate chip. Or the rocky road. Why did they carry all these other flavors when nobody would eat them?

She sighed again, as the woman dithered about whether to put it on a cone or in a cup, and scratched at the rash that was blossoming on her left elbow. And then--


Welcome Welcome Welcome

Goodness it's roomy in here. I had no idea the collective imagination could be this big. Why, it's almost... limitless... Though I'm not really sure because I can't see the edges.

Prose Takes a Holiday is the brainchild of GoodKarma & Sallyacious, who were having fun playing silly writing games via email and then decided that maybe we should find a way to let other people play too. The more the merrier, blah blah blah.

We'll start with some kind of prompt, and then those who wish to participate will add on. The idea is still in its infancy. Teething pains, baby steps, etc., so be patient with us as we figure out how to make it work.

Oh yes. One other thing. The cardinal rule of Prose Takes a Holiday:
Take Risks and Play Nice.