Calling All Writers
Writers of any sort, who are interested in trying out Fan Fiction. At one of the boards I co-admin, we're trying a writing experiment -- a series of collaborative fan-fiction stories. There are four stories, one for each of the main band members. They all start out exactly the same way:
What was that damn noise? And more importantly, why wouldn't it stop?Where they go from there is up to us. The stories are completely independent, and you can write on more than one at a time if you're so inclined. You can even post anonymously, if you're bashful about flexing your writing chops in front of an audience.
He squinted his eyes against the sunlight glaring through the slit between hotel curtain and wall. Why couldn't you ever get those curtains closed all the way? If you pulled it closed on one side, it was too short on the other. Why couldn't a single fucking hotel on the planet buy curtains the right width for their windows?
And what the fuck was that noise?
He lifted his head to look around the room, trying to locate the insistent buzzing noise, but the stabbing pain that exploded in his brain made him growl in pain and drop his head back on the damn pillow.
Gingerly, he rolled onto his side, closer to the edge of the bed and slapped around on the side table, hoping to find whatever was making the buzzing noise. His hand finally landed on a watch. He peeped through one bleary eye and was able to tell that is was an expensive looking piece of jewelry, but it didn't look familiar. How the hell did you make it quit buzzing?
And did it really say it was 3:00 in the afternoon?
He'd have to suck it up and sit up on the bed. He was a man damn it! He could do this. Slowly, he sat up on the side of the bed only to drop his head in his hands. That lasted all of three seconds before the damn watch buzzed in his ear again.
Quickly, he stuffed it under the closest pillow on the bed, only then noticing the note on the bedside table. He glanced around the room again. Yep, he was alone. With bleary eyes, he read the note written on the hotel stationery.
Good afternoon, Rock Star.
Last night was a lot of fun, but next time let's not end up in jail. The bondsman is waiting to hear from you today. The hotel was demanding an explanation about the golf cart and the fountain.
Oh, and your mom called.
Later, Lover.
If you're interested in finding out more, head on over to T's Place and sign up (it's free, and there's no obligation to stay lol). You have to send a PM to T (the board owner) saying you want access to the Fan Fiction section, and let her know you heard about it here.
Once you have access to the fan fiction section, look for a forum called "The Circle" -- All the info you need (including whatever progress has been made on thestories) is inside.
If you've ever thought about writing, but were "afraid" to post under a name everyone in the Ether knows you by, this is a great, safe environment to test the waters.
Come on down!!
~ Hath
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