In the short story class I took last spring, the prof gave us an interesting assignment: Create a story in 5 sentences.
The first and last sentences he provided (he gave several options), and we were to fill in the middle 3. This is the one I chose:
These are the seductive voices of the night.
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They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
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This was my entry:
These are the seductive voices of the night.
“Does it bother you that I’m married?” he asked.
“Does it bother you that I’m dying?” she replied.
They fucked furiously, sweat and come and tears all boiling together in a cauldron of love and guilt and hope and despair and ecstatic terror.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
These are the seductive voices of the night.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Is John there?”
“No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong number…so…how YOU doing?”
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
writing a story or fucking furiously, sweat and come and tears all boiling together in a cauldron of love and guilt and hope and despair and ecstatic terror. ??? LOL
great story…what mark did the prof give you??
These are the seductive voices of the night.
2 sheets of specially prepared plastic.
when stuck together they can form a bond.
Flexible, but tough.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful
These are the seductive voices of the night.
“Welcome to SuperAngstWorld! May I help you?”
“Yes,” I replied wearily, “I need the double depression, to go, hold the ennui, with a large guilt.”
“That’ll cost you 32 days of your life, drive up to the first window, please.”
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
And yes, my creative writing teachers did like me.
These are the seductive voices of the night.
A low quiet moaning from the soft lips of a woman bound by the arms of her lover.
The soft shifting rustle of sheets 'tween the smooth naked skin of two lovers as they force the boundaries of love to break wide open with a rush of blood, spilling upon the sheets.
The everlasting burst of terror from her sensuous lips as the killer gently slides his blade from beneath her and lets it drop with a soft thud upon the carpet, letting out a last gasp as he finishes himself off.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful
Ouch. I never thought I could be so sick…
These are the seductive voices of the night.
Hey big fella, wanna party?
C’mon, I’ll drain you dry!
Don’t go! Don’t leave! I need it baby.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
I had a writing teacher like that. We had to do a haiku about dirt. Anything went as long as the word dirt was in there some place. Let’s see…
These are the seductive voices of the night.
The distant ululations of the wolf pack.
The eerie rise and fall of their song.
They sing of the hunt and the kill.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
These are the seductive voices of the night.
I will not eat them with a mouse, I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
These are the seductive voices of the night.
Their abundant wails call out irresistibly to an audience of one.
Their cries for peace against hopeless todays and endless tomorrows tempt beyond all ability to defy.
I gather my tears, turn to face the wind, and jump.
They could not help it if their lament sounded so beautiful.
Geez, that was depressing.
