Mr_Nothing
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- Feb 10, 2011
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Here we begin a trial method for crafting spontaneous SRP
storylines. I will give a brief opening to provide a generalized setting,
perspective and "mood". These will serve as a "core and kernel" for your own
creative directions. Be impulsive, daring, quick. Just transport yourself into
the milieu and allow your senses to see, feel, smell, hear and so on. The
characters and plot elements will develop from there. First time posters
send your initial snippet to me as a PM. If approved, I will post it on your
behalf and then you are free to continue with the thread.
(This is copied from a post on our main "Nothings' Wine Cellar" thread)
It is an irregular thud, a dull reverberation of what may be footsteps on the floor above, like clockwork enfolded in cotton. Or is it just your heartbeat?
Your eyes gradually adjust to pale candle light. The single flicker twists and spins, waxing closer, disturbed then easing down to a simple calm glow. Your drugged mind wades through the thick fog. Where are you? You attempt to rub your eyes but find your wrists strapped to wooden planks with thick rolls of fabric.
Breathe... inhale the darkness, the teasing candle light, the musty air. The muted pounding quickens. Just your heart. Right? right?
storylines. I will give a brief opening to provide a generalized setting,
perspective and "mood". These will serve as a "core and kernel" for your own
creative directions. Be impulsive, daring, quick. Just transport yourself into
the milieu and allow your senses to see, feel, smell, hear and so on. The
characters and plot elements will develop from there. First time posters
send your initial snippet to me as a PM. If approved, I will post it on your
behalf and then you are free to continue with the thread.
(This is copied from a post on our main "Nothings' Wine Cellar" thread)
It is an irregular thud, a dull reverberation of what may be footsteps on the floor above, like clockwork enfolded in cotton. Or is it just your heartbeat?
Your eyes gradually adjust to pale candle light. The single flicker twists and spins, waxing closer, disturbed then easing down to a simple calm glow. Your drugged mind wades through the thick fog. Where are you? You attempt to rub your eyes but find your wrists strapped to wooden planks with thick rolls of fabric.
Breathe... inhale the darkness, the teasing candle light, the musty air. The muted pounding quickens. Just your heart. Right? right?
