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  • 29-09-2010 1:10pm
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    Closed Accounts Posts: 247 ✭✭


    I'm going to write 3 sentences and then someone else can add another 3 sentences and so on and so on...
    (please adhere to the 3 sentences rule)

    The frost underneath Beth's feet made a delicious crunch with each step as she made her way to the door of the house. This was the type of winter weather she normally loved - clean crisp air and a white frost covering the land. The loud shriek of a raven interrupted the still, quiet air as she reached the great oak door and Beth's hands started to tremble...


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  • Moderators, Arts Moderators Posts: 35,787 Mod ✭✭✭✭pickarooney


    Maybe give an outline of what the story is about? These threads inevitably descend rapidly into silliness.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 247 ✭✭moonshinerocks


    Yes, I was afraid of that happening!
    It can be a horror story on account of Hallowe'en coming up. The house is an isolated farm house and Beth is there to visit an old lady as part of a rural community outreach project. Will that be enough?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 4,742 ✭✭✭zimmermania


    I'm going to write 3 sentences and then someone else can add another 3 sentences and so on and so on...
    (please adhere to the 3 sentences rule)

    The frost underneath Beth's feet made a delicious crunch with each step as she made her way to the door of the house. This was the type of winter weather she normally loved - clean crisp air and a white frost covering the land. The loud shriek of a raven interrupted the still, quiet air as she reached the great oak door and Beth's hands started to tremble...
    8 years had passed since she last saw that door and now the memories came flooding back.Just when she decided it had been a mistake to come back the door slowly opened making the same eerie noise it always did and Jack stood there staring at her as if he had never laid eyes on her before.


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