Lately, I have been excercising my writing skills (limited as they are) over at ficlet.com . This is a really cool concept for a website, and I thought i would share it with you guys over ehre.
Basically you get 1024 characters (not words … characters ) to tell a part of a story … then other writers, or yourself, can write prequels to your story or continue it on with a sequel …
It has been a blast writing again, and some of the stories that begin to unfold are very cool to read.
I saw that on Wil Wheaton’s blog. Looks like an interesting idea.
thanks for sharing the link! I’m going to check that out now. Great idea, starting off with ficlets instead of full-blown stories.
Thanx Darthweef. I sooooo need this.
Here are two I’ve posted on Ficlets.com. They’re not getting any play over there so i decided to share with y’all.
Zest
Droplets echoed as they bounced off the shower wall. Fog filled the bathroom and obscured two figures. In the stall, the couples’ naked bodies were covered in soap foam.
The man spoke, “You know what’s funny about Zest?”
The woman smirked, “That you’re not fully clean unless you’re Zest fully clean.”
“No.” A smile formed and faded, “What I meant was personally. The first time I masturbated, Zest soap was in the shower. So every time I smell Zest I get aroused.”
The woman’s face contorted, “Why would you tell me something like that?”
“Y’know you are so stuck-up!” Vulnerable and wounded, the man lashed out, “You never want to talk about anything kinky. I thought that would be information you’d like to know. My former boyfriend never minded.”
“Your what?”
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The Forward List
Beth fumbled with her train pass. She could hear her train exiting the tunnel and entering the station. She quickly swiped the pass through the reader and bounded down the stairs. She was late. Again.
The doors were closing as she reached them. She scarcely made it shoving two people in the process. Beth’s apology and the mild irritation by those offended were common enough not to cause an incident. She felt the eyes of the passengers pass over her. She noticed one man staring at her chest and realized that her blouse button had opened revealing most of her right breast.
As nonchalant as she could, she covered up and laughed to herself. She remembered a time when a good friend had something similar happen. That friend however handled it differently.
It was a spring day in Central Park. Melanie wore a low cut top. It showed off her abundant cleavage. Several men had noticed and the two girls enjoyed the attention. Then they were getting up from a picnic and Mel’s left breast popped out. There was a group of college guys enjoying a game of Frisbee. The game stopped. Mel didn’t skip a beat. “Take a picture. It lasts longer.” Then she removed her shirt and said, “I’m not kidding.”
Beth realized she hadn’t heard from Mel in a long time. They used to be so close. She decided that when she got to work she would send an email and see how her friend was doing.
Beth’s desk was full of clutter. She did not want to be at work today. She decided to write that email first thing. She opened her email and scanned her Inbox. What do you know? There was an email from Melanie. Coincidence? Beth quickly opened it hoping to hear how her friend was doing.
10 things that show your age. What was this? Oh no. Beth had been demoted to the Forward list.
I’m seeing a theme here…
Phil suggested I submit this story I told elsewhere in here:
Originally Posted by GalaxyRanger
[i]I got a story for you.
When last I got a new laptop, I got an email from the courier the day before that the package would be arriving on the next day, so I skipped all my classes and waited for the package. At around noon, I got a little anxious and tried to sleep or pass the time with silly games. At around 4pm, I took a shower. I was like what the hell, the courier is guy is not gonna come during those 10 minutes that I’m in the shower. Needless to say, once I was naked and wet, the doorbell rang. Also needless to say, since I was so eager to finally lay hands on my new laptop, I grabbed a towel that I hung loosely around my hips and ran to the front door to take possession of my package. The rest is history.[/i]
Sounds like you have been doing some writing for Vivid Entertainment. 
