It doesn’t have to be EXACTLY seventy-five words. You can go under if you want; just don’t go over. Feel free to post more than once, but try let at least two other people post in between your own entries.
To begin:
“Don’t ever interrupt the commandant while he’s ranting,” Jimmy said, whispering in my ear so as not to be overheard. “You’ll just make him lose his place, and if he has to start over, the rant ends up being that much longer. Then the rest of the guys will be pissed, and believe you me, you’ll pay for it after lights out.”
You’re going to make me type this out in Word first and do a word count? Very well:
*I sighed, leaning back in my chair, trying to look attentive. Outside the window I could see the sand being whipped up into flurries by the windstorm, and I knew the longer we stayed here, the longer it would take us to get to our destination and our mission.
This would be my first mission where I was commander. I had a lot to prove…not only to my bunkmates but to myself.*
“Yeesh, you always say things like that, but you never elaborate. So I’ll ask, what is going to happen after lights go out if I interrupt? What can ‘the rest of the guys’ really do?” Rupert replied.
Jimmy grimaced, trying hard to not think of the horrid “incident” that had occurred to him last time he pissed off the rest of his troop. He wiped the sweat off his brow and whispered to Rupert, “Well, they….
Aside: no, I just meant for the entries to be brief.
So as to resume easy flow of reading, I’ll post what we have thus far:
Skald:
“Don’t ever interrupt the commandant while he’s ranting,” Jimmy said, whispering in my ear so as not to be overheard. “You’ll just make him lose his place, and if he has to start over, the rant ends up being that much longer. Then the rest of the guys will be pissed, and believe you me, you’ll pay for it after lights out.”
Ivy:
I sighed, leaning back in my chair, trying to look attentive. Outside the window I could see the sand being whipped up into flurries by the windstorm, and I knew the longer we stayed here, the longer it would take us to get to our destination and our mission.
This would be my first mission where I was commander. I had a lot to prove…not only to my bunkmates but to myself.
Mahaloth:
“Yeesh, you always say things like that, but you never elaborate. So I’ll ask, what is going to happen after lights go out if I interrupt? What can ‘the rest of the guys’ really do?” Rupert replied.
Jimmy grimaced, trying hard to not think of the horrid “incident” that had occurred to him last time he pissed off the rest of his troop. He wiped the sweat off his brow and whispered to Rupert, “Well, they….
To continue:
‘How did I get myself into this?’ I thought through the bilious fog of one of the worst hangovers I’d ever had. ‘And more importantly, how can I get myself out?’
The submarine was tiny, but what it lacked in size, it more than made up for in complexity. No wonder that son of a bitch Chellios had smiled like that when I won his uniform jacket at poker - now, I was up shit creek.
Hey, is there any easy way of getting a word count in this program?