Today? Some fun
Today I feel whimsical. So I thought we could have some fun! I’m going to put a random story start in the blog today, and I challenge anyone reading to add the next leg of the story in comments. Write as much or as little as you like. I got the idea from a website I stumbled upon called One Million Monkeys Typing. No rules on how many times you respond, just have fun.
So without further adieu, inspired by Jean ValJean and Les Miserables playing on my stereo… (The song Look Down, by the chain gang if you were wondering.)
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The bite of the lash sent electric pain stinging up my spine. I shuddered and bit my lip to stop a curse. I’d not dignify the Colonial Authority with a response. Thievery was the only way to make a living on this godforsaken world. It was either that, starve, or beg for scraps at the feet of the overseers. Screw that. I wasn’t going to sell my soul to fill my belly. The lash fell again, stinging pain stole my breath and warm blood ran down my spine.
“Had enough, dog?” Drew asked, sauntering just into my line of vision. He carelessly tugged at the leather binding my wrists. The harsh light of the suns reflected off the leather of his jacket, the gleam of his medals and his hair shown in gleaming yellow.
I licked my lips, but found my mouth dry. Would my voice even work?
To be continued…
Posted by in 01:26:12
The shopkeeper in the village had no choice but to call out an alarm and turn me in once the soldier had seen us talking. Those who fenced goods were punished no less than those who did the dirty work of thieving in the first place.
The goods would be long on their way by now, so it wouldn’t hurt to make use of what little leverage I had against Drew. Mustering my strength, I wheezed, “I’m the only one who knows how to regain the map.”
Drew stared, his jaw hanging open in shock. Then like a fire finding new kindling, he lit right up and swung the lash like he’d only been practicing before. That part about not hurting? I was wrong.
(Ugh. Writing first person is tough when not used to it. Translate goobers to correct voice as needed.)
John
Yeah I’m not good with first person either, so it’s a good thing to practice.