Frankenstein is a writer’s game wherein a story is composed of sentences contributed by different authors. We play this game a lot in Book Junkies, and everyone has a lot of fun with it.
So, I’ll kick it off with a prompt sentence, then you guys each add a sentence in the comment thread. Each subsequent sentence should feed off the sentence before it in the thread. So, let’s see what monster of a story we can stitch together.
One note though: PG-13 type blog, so watch the potty-mouth.
Miranda watched from her window as the two men across the street broke into her neighbor’s car.
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The car's alarm sounded, and its lights flashed, but that didn't stop the thieves.
Miranda wondered to herself, 'Would her 9mm semi-auto reach across the street with some accuracy?'
Curtains twitched out of curiosity when the car alarm went off, but as usual, no one took any notice, apart from a black cat sitting on the wall watching the proceedings; if anyone had taken a closer look, they would have seen a tiny blue light flashing in the bell on his collar……
With my phone in my hand to dial 911 I watched one reach into the back seat and bring out a brown paper wrapped package.
'Ugh, egg salad,' he turned his head from the aroma with disgust, 'maybe it's in the trunk, sounds like we don't have much time…'
it's us or them. he said.
But before he could open the second bag, a flare of blue light shot from the cat's collar and he fell to the ground, twitching.
"My allergies are flaring up! Damn cat!"
"That's not allergies, you idiot," the other thief responded,thinking that the stun has caused his partner a brain malfunction, "that was some kind of jolt…like from a ray gun or something!"
The taller one bent over and grabbed the package and told his partner, "Sorry, man… I've got to get this to doc, or else!"
Miranda was more curious about the blue ray than the escaping thief, and stepped outside to find the source.
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