How about a writing a novel in haiku installments?
Add your 5-7-5 to keep the story alive.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and
Stormy night. The wind wailed and
Ripped leaves from the trees.
Patrick stared into
His closet and did not know
It had a glass floor.
The new floor had been
Installed after the last storm
Destroyed the bedroom.
The ancient mystic
Who served as the architect
Was into crystals.
Professor Smyth-White
Scholar of ancient crystals
Studied the glass floor
The Demons of Hell
Stared toothily back at him,
Hungry for his soul.
Patrick, of course, was
Ignorant of all this, and
Stepped onto the glass.
And that glass floor cracked
Patrick looked down nervously
And thought of his lunch
A hot BLT
With tomatoes 86ed.
A BL, really.
Which was trying to
Escape his stomach at speed:
Technicolor yawn.
“Oh, for the love of…”
Passed his mind as his lunch passed
Into the yawning pit.
“First, the glass, now THIS!”
Screamed the Demons, wiping the
puke from their faces.
Meanwhile, Patrick, mid
Vomit but still quick-witted,
Grabbed the closet rod.
“Saskalamoochie!”
He intoned whilst brandishing
The mystic sceptre.
“Maybe he’ll dislodge
a jacket,” one Demon said,
“or maybe some slacks.”
“If he drops a hat,
I’ll catch it for you–NOT!” said
Demon Number Two.
“Both of youse two clowns
Knock it off,” said the Archfiend,
“we want his curst soul!”
At about that time
A mighty gust of wind slammed
Against the house and
the Professor screamed
like a little girl. Then, he
lost his lunch, as well.
From the nexus of
Infernal incarnadine
Rose the nine horrors.