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—keep it clever but clean.
Prompt sentence:
Cutting through the graveyard made perfect sense to Evan and Molly at the time.
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How were they to know what horrors hid behind those headstones.
They should have brought a flashlight.
A cold chill crept up Molly's back when she heard a groan echo off the mausoleum.
She felt rooted to the spot, too scared to turn around
Clinging to Evan's shirt, her blood ran cold when she felt a chilling mist creep lightly across the back of her neck.
Unexpected clouds swirled around the full moon, bathing them in darkness as the sounds around them escalated in pitch.
Something slimy wrapped around Evan's ankle.
His shriek of terror was muffled by a cold hand over his nose and mouth.
Molly whispered, "Shut up, Evan! Do you want to raise the dead?"
Evan stumbled, fell and began clawing wildly at his wrapped ankle.
Molly turned and screamed as she watched Evan being dragged away by…she had no idea what it was.