Storytelling Discussion
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- mikbuster
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I think his point was more to make sure that it wasn't too harsh and make sure I wasn't humiliated
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Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
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ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh
Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... ~Vivi Orunitia
The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. ~Amarant Coral
ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I have heard it all, so no problem here. It only makes my next one better.
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I'm a sensitive person myself... so for me, it looks like a fine line between offering constructive advice and possibly insulting the other person and wanting them to aim a flamethrower at my head. I know that writing is an act of creation, and there are many people who don't react well to being told their creation isn't perfect as is. I just wanted to be considerate, and if I was offering any suggestions (for which I was solicited), I'd be gentle and offer them privately.
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I am totally game for C&C, I will admit sometimes it hurts me to hear what people think of what I write, but I accept that as well because A) I learn new things from failure and grow in my art, and B) Pain is useful for artists too, the entire scope of human emotion is useful. Also, usually it doesn't hurt anyway. ^_^
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I already do, so nothing will changeDirty n Evil wrote:I'm a sensitive person myself... so for me, it looks like a fine line between offering constructive advice and possibly insulting the other person and wanting them to aim a flamethrower at my head.
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I want to thank everyone for their participation
Prompt 2:
I had originally thought about doing this as a bit about stereotypes, but I got to thinking about doing this a bit lighter. Stereotypes are all around us. They are part of who we are, to a certain extent. This isn’t stuff like racial stereotypes, but the tendency to assume that blondes are stupid and have more fun (like Didi in Menage a 3) or redheads are hotheaded (Cerise in Magick Chicks). Heck, stereotypes show up in a lot of things including TV commercials!
As author Terry Pratchett noted in Wee Free Men:
“The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough to look strange because you have no teeth. It was enough to be called a witch. If it came to that, the book never gave you the evidence of anything. It talked about ‘a handsome prince’... was he really, or was it just because he was a prince that people called handsome? As for ‘a girl who was as beautiful as the day was long’... well, which day? In midwinter it hardly ever got light! The stories don't want you to think, they just wanted you to believe what you were told...”
Fairytales rely upon stereotypes. The witch was always old and ugly, the princess beautiful and blonde, the prince beautiful and blonde, the prince’s horse beautiful and blonde.
So, I was thinking as a second prompt a short scene taking a fairytale and turning it on its head in some manner. For instance, say we find out that the Wicked Witch in Sleeping Beauty was actually trying to save the Princess instead of cursing her, or any number of other ideas.
And thank you again.
Prompt 2:
I had originally thought about doing this as a bit about stereotypes, but I got to thinking about doing this a bit lighter. Stereotypes are all around us. They are part of who we are, to a certain extent. This isn’t stuff like racial stereotypes, but the tendency to assume that blondes are stupid and have more fun (like Didi in Menage a 3) or redheads are hotheaded (Cerise in Magick Chicks). Heck, stereotypes show up in a lot of things including TV commercials!
As author Terry Pratchett noted in Wee Free Men:
“The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough to look strange because you have no teeth. It was enough to be called a witch. If it came to that, the book never gave you the evidence of anything. It talked about ‘a handsome prince’... was he really, or was it just because he was a prince that people called handsome? As for ‘a girl who was as beautiful as the day was long’... well, which day? In midwinter it hardly ever got light! The stories don't want you to think, they just wanted you to believe what you were told...”
Fairytales rely upon stereotypes. The witch was always old and ugly, the princess beautiful and blonde, the prince beautiful and blonde, the prince’s horse beautiful and blonde.
So, I was thinking as a second prompt a short scene taking a fairytale and turning it on its head in some manner. For instance, say we find out that the Wicked Witch in Sleeping Beauty was actually trying to save the Princess instead of cursing her, or any number of other ideas.
And thank you again.
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"I'm going to do what I do best...lecture her."- Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
"Hello, I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time, and this is my wife." - Madam Vastra (Doctor Who "The Snowmen")
"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes." The 4th Doctor Doctor Who "Robot"
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
Now this prompt falls in line with two stories I was already working on. I won't bore you with them, but will try to come up with something new.
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*rubs hands together while grinning* Oh, I like this one. Good choice for a prompt, Artie.
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I have an idea that's been done to death, but should be fun. Just have to wake up and be in a decent mood again ;)
You don't need a reason to help people. ~Zidane Tribal
Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... ~Vivi Orunitia
The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. ~Amarant Coral
ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh
Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... ~Vivi Orunitia
The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. ~Amarant Coral
ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
Between Terry Pratchett and half the webcomics in existence, there are probably no fairy tales left that haven't been turned on their heads, both sides, and inside-out. But I will attempt to come up with one that hasn’t been done.
I think outside the tesseract.
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Don't worry too much if it's been done or you stray too close to something that has already been done as this is more practice than anything else. Besides, as someone pointed out, there really is not much new to be written. Ultimately, I'm interested in how you approach this more than anything else.
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"I'm going to do what I do best...lecture her."- Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
"Hello, I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time, and this is my wife." - Madam Vastra (Doctor Who "The Snowmen")
"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes." The 4th Doctor Doctor Who "Robot"
"I'm going to do what I do best...lecture her."- Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
"Hello, I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time, and this is my wife." - Madam Vastra (Doctor Who "The Snowmen")
"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes." The 4th Doctor Doctor Who "Robot"
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Delayed Prompt 1 exercize
yeah when i said tuesday or wedsday, what i actually meant was friday.
ok, the real thing is that i had draft 1 done a week ago, & it was crap. i basically had to rewrite it almost completely, which i couldn't sit down to do until today. sorry. i'll try to get the next prompt done more promptly.
on the upside, i've found a nice little soundtrack to include with the vignette: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZUMU7LG738
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Strings of red and orange lanterns shine down on the night market and reflect upward from the wet asphalt. The rain has stopped now, and the clouds are just thin enough for the moon to shine through. The slow music of a saw-u wafts along the breeze between the vendors; beneath the sounds of haggling and conversation, above the sounds of the street and the storm drains. The vendors' folding tables hold everything from cheap lighters and flashlights, to jade jewelry and painted masks, to hash pipes and dildos.
They walk together between the food stalls, fingers intertwined, following the music; enjoying the warmth of each others' skin. She has a cob of barbequed corn on a bamboo skewer in her free hand; the butter is sweet and salty, and when it runs down her chin it catches the red-orange lights. He has her umbrella thrust through his belt like a sword; he's chewing thoughtfully on the last of the fried tarantulas they'd shared. The smell of spices and perfumes and incense masks the city's ever-present aroma of exhaust and sewage.
The source of the music is a teenage girl sitting under a beach umbrella, eyes closed in focus on her instrument. Next to her is a bored looking boy, much younger, manning a dented cash box and a stack of CDs. The labels are printed with photoshopped images of her playing in front of guilded temples and jungle waterfalls.
There's a street bar across from the girl, with wooden benches and plastic patio tables. They stop there and order a tall Singha. She discards the now expended cob in an overfilled bin, then joins him on a bench near the music, leaning close then smiling contentedly when he puts a warm arm round her shoulder. He passes her the bottle; the pale beer is cool and presently sour, if slightly flat.
“Where do you plan on going after the city?” she asks him.
“I don't know yet. North I guess, off the beaten track, away from the tourist stuff.” Out on the street a tuk-tuk with a broken muffler rounds the corner, advertising tickets to the night's fights from a staticy old megaphone.
He takes a drink “What time's your flight?”
“One o’clock.”
“I wish we'd met earlier.” he says.
“I wish I could stay longer.” she counters.
They're quiet for a long time. The sky clears, and the moon shines brighter. Gradually, more tourists start filtering in from wherever they'd been hiding from the rain. The market fills with sounds of people in a dozen or more languages.
Intent on celebrating their first and last nights in the country, a group of loud twenty-something Russians arrive at the bar. She has to lean close and speak into his ear, “Do you want to go back to my hotel, and, help me pack?”
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ok, the real thing is that i had draft 1 done a week ago, & it was crap. i basically had to rewrite it almost completely, which i couldn't sit down to do until today. sorry. i'll try to get the next prompt done more promptly.
on the upside, i've found a nice little soundtrack to include with the vignette: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZUMU7LG738
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Strings of red and orange lanterns shine down on the night market and reflect upward from the wet asphalt. The rain has stopped now, and the clouds are just thin enough for the moon to shine through. The slow music of a saw-u wafts along the breeze between the vendors; beneath the sounds of haggling and conversation, above the sounds of the street and the storm drains. The vendors' folding tables hold everything from cheap lighters and flashlights, to jade jewelry and painted masks, to hash pipes and dildos.
They walk together between the food stalls, fingers intertwined, following the music; enjoying the warmth of each others' skin. She has a cob of barbequed corn on a bamboo skewer in her free hand; the butter is sweet and salty, and when it runs down her chin it catches the red-orange lights. He has her umbrella thrust through his belt like a sword; he's chewing thoughtfully on the last of the fried tarantulas they'd shared. The smell of spices and perfumes and incense masks the city's ever-present aroma of exhaust and sewage.
The source of the music is a teenage girl sitting under a beach umbrella, eyes closed in focus on her instrument. Next to her is a bored looking boy, much younger, manning a dented cash box and a stack of CDs. The labels are printed with photoshopped images of her playing in front of guilded temples and jungle waterfalls.
There's a street bar across from the girl, with wooden benches and plastic patio tables. They stop there and order a tall Singha. She discards the now expended cob in an overfilled bin, then joins him on a bench near the music, leaning close then smiling contentedly when he puts a warm arm round her shoulder. He passes her the bottle; the pale beer is cool and presently sour, if slightly flat.
“Where do you plan on going after the city?” she asks him.
“I don't know yet. North I guess, off the beaten track, away from the tourist stuff.” Out on the street a tuk-tuk with a broken muffler rounds the corner, advertising tickets to the night's fights from a staticy old megaphone.
He takes a drink “What time's your flight?”
“One o’clock.”
“I wish we'd met earlier.” he says.
“I wish I could stay longer.” she counters.
They're quiet for a long time. The sky clears, and the moon shines brighter. Gradually, more tourists start filtering in from wherever they'd been hiding from the rain. The market fills with sounds of people in a dozen or more languages.
Intent on celebrating their first and last nights in the country, a group of loud twenty-something Russians arrive at the bar. She has to lean close and speak into his ear, “Do you want to go back to my hotel, and, help me pack?”
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
critiques and comments are welcome, cruelty encouraged.
personally, i'm a big fan of the iceberg theory, and it's something i like to experiment with a lot when doing shorter pieces like this. i like to see how much of a story i can tell through implication, rather than exposition. for this thing, i decided not to say where they are, but anyone who's been there will know it.
honestly, once i figured out what i was doing i became less interested in the 'snap decision' from the prompt than in trying to evoke the sensory experience of the place and time. as a result, it might be a bit self-indulgent, and i don't think i quite nailed the ending.
also, i can't seem to make myself stop picking at the thing.
personally, i'm a big fan of the iceberg theory, and it's something i like to experiment with a lot when doing shorter pieces like this. i like to see how much of a story i can tell through implication, rather than exposition. for this thing, i decided not to say where they are, but anyone who's been there will know it.
honestly, once i figured out what i was doing i became less interested in the 'snap decision' from the prompt than in trying to evoke the sensory experience of the place and time. as a result, it might be a bit self-indulgent, and i don't think i quite nailed the ending.
also, i can't seem to make myself stop picking at the thing.
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
Artie, this is your fault. You didn't mention if there was a word cound limit. <.< And I've been enjoying writing again, so I was inspired to write a funny little story (word count 2612) that's a retelling of the not-so-well-known fairy tale "Hop O' My Thumb". I decided to be very irreverent, and told it in a first person narrative just to try something out. I hope people get a few chuckles out of it. Hidden behind spoiler tag for size.
"J", I will resume with the cruelty soon. I'm just glad I cranked this out since it's been stuck in my head all day.
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Re: Storytelling Discussion
I had an idea of what I wanted to do, then while driving and thinking about dozens of things, including trying to sleep, I thought of a second idea, so I'm going to write both for the fun of it. Also, I may have thought a few random references were fun to add... I have to say, I enjoyed writing both of these stories, and hopefully they're only half bad to read
Had to trim this one down a wee bit.
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The business man walked along, looking for a house to sell his wares. The straw house didn’t seem likely to need kerosene, but someone around here had to, right? Then he saw it, smoke rising from the behind the house. Quickly he ran to the house, pounding on the door, which miraculously didn’t cave in. “Get out of the house! It’s on fire, you have to hurry!”
From inside he heard, “This is Lloyd’s house, and Lloyd don’t let noone tell him what to do, by the hair on his chinny chin chin!”
The man sighed, walking around to look for the source of the fire, hoping to put it out and save the homeowner. He found the source around back and grabbed a bucket of water to throw on it, when his allergies suddenly kicked in and he gave a mighty sneeze. It put the fire out, but blew the straw into the wind. Seriously, he thought, who builds a house out of straw?
Still, he had saved the occupant, a sus domesticus which immediately squealed and ran a few houses down. Knocking on the door Lloyd yelled, “Ortiz! You have to let Lloyd in! There’s a killer out to get him!” The door promptly opened, letting him in. The man shrugged, figuring his good deed was good no matter what. That is, until he saw smoke appearing behind that house as well. This time he saw someone running from it, into a brick house!
He quickly ran to that house, repeating his pleas to get out before it was too late, hearing only, “Ya’ll ain’t foolin’ me and ya ain’t gettin’ in by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” This time he at least had an idea of where the fire was, and water to put it out. So he ran to try to put it out. Unfortunately allergens were exceptionally high that day and he sneezed again. The sticks making up the house definitely weren’t up to code and collapsed, barely giving the pair inside a chance to get out.
They then ran to the brick house nearby, “Brother Liam, let us in quickly!” The door opened almost instantly, letting the pair in.
The business man thought to himself, Mal, you’d be letting down mama Lobo if you didn’t at least try to save those people from the guy trying to kill them. So he went to that house, “Please, you don’t know what you’re doing! That man tried to kill you!”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!”
Mal climbed the house to drop down the chimney. He heard there was a man that did that yearly to deliver packages, so it was worth a try. When he got to the bottom, though, he found the owner with an axe...
Later, Liam was sitting at his kitchen table eating his soup, smiling at his new wolf skin rug and congratulating himself on his freezer, freshly filled with ham, pork, and bacon.
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I probably don't know this genre well enough to write in it, but it seemed like a fun idea, so... I kinda had to end it too quickly, so the ending is sudden and not what I was hoping to do, but that's always fun too.
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Red was talking to the distraught widow in her darkly lit office. She was claiming that her husband and two sons were murdered and was desperately asking Red to find out who had done it and get justice for her. Red had seen cases like this before, so she knew who the primary suspects would be. The widow seemed to think that her husband’s business partner, who was considered a real wolf among sheep, had to be behind it. According to her there were lots of rumors that Mr. Timber had previously killed dozens of people that were in his way. However, Red knew that the Goat Gang, somehow consisting of three gruff guys named Billy, also had a tendency to silence problems. Then there was Goose, a group new to the area run by a mysterious figure known only as Mother.
“Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll let you know what I find out.” Judging by the woman’s appearance, her family was probably a group of pigs. The sons were even too lazy to buy proper houses, merely setting up a pile of straw in one case and building a little hut out of sticks in the other. At least the pay was to be good. A nice pile of cold hard cash.
Red showed the woman out and headed for her first lead. Mr. Timber had to be cleared first, and was probably the safest place to start.
She headed to the mill to talk to him. He didn’t seem too anxious to talk, but he had an alibi, backed up by about a dozen workers. They could have been lying on his orders, but there wasn’t anything else she could get out of him at that time.
Her next stop was to talk with the Billies. They were a bunch of jerks, but she had dealt with them before. The leader stopped her as she entered their office. Lawn service. What a joke. “What brings little Red to our neck of the woods? Looking for a trim of that mane?”
They thought they were funny, but Red didn’t, “I’m here looking into a series of murders in the area. Know anything about it?”
“Of course not little Red. All we know about killing are weeds.” The other two chuckled behind their leader, obviously they were easily amused. “Actually, we were out of town the last week. A business convention in Atlanta.”
They had papers seeming to prove their story, so another dead end. “Know anything about Goose?” Billy gave her an address to an informant of his going by Grasshopper. Apparently a flaky character that never really worked, but managed to survive anyway.
Grasshopper met Red in an abandoned warehouse. “Yes, Goose killed those idiots. Unfortunately for you, Mother doesn’t like meddlers in her affairs.” That’s when Red saw them, dozens of men with machine guns. The last thing that went through her head was, “Darn, I won’t get paid.” Well, other than a bullet, obviously.
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Hehe, DnE, I assumed the same word limits as the last ones ;) Otherwise I'd have a couple hundred extra on each ;)
Had to trim this one down a wee bit.
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The business man walked along, looking for a house to sell his wares. The straw house didn’t seem likely to need kerosene, but someone around here had to, right? Then he saw it, smoke rising from the behind the house. Quickly he ran to the house, pounding on the door, which miraculously didn’t cave in. “Get out of the house! It’s on fire, you have to hurry!”
From inside he heard, “This is Lloyd’s house, and Lloyd don’t let noone tell him what to do, by the hair on his chinny chin chin!”
The man sighed, walking around to look for the source of the fire, hoping to put it out and save the homeowner. He found the source around back and grabbed a bucket of water to throw on it, when his allergies suddenly kicked in and he gave a mighty sneeze. It put the fire out, but blew the straw into the wind. Seriously, he thought, who builds a house out of straw?
Still, he had saved the occupant, a sus domesticus which immediately squealed and ran a few houses down. Knocking on the door Lloyd yelled, “Ortiz! You have to let Lloyd in! There’s a killer out to get him!” The door promptly opened, letting him in. The man shrugged, figuring his good deed was good no matter what. That is, until he saw smoke appearing behind that house as well. This time he saw someone running from it, into a brick house!
He quickly ran to that house, repeating his pleas to get out before it was too late, hearing only, “Ya’ll ain’t foolin’ me and ya ain’t gettin’ in by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” This time he at least had an idea of where the fire was, and water to put it out. So he ran to try to put it out. Unfortunately allergens were exceptionally high that day and he sneezed again. The sticks making up the house definitely weren’t up to code and collapsed, barely giving the pair inside a chance to get out.
They then ran to the brick house nearby, “Brother Liam, let us in quickly!” The door opened almost instantly, letting the pair in.
The business man thought to himself, Mal, you’d be letting down mama Lobo if you didn’t at least try to save those people from the guy trying to kill them. So he went to that house, “Please, you don’t know what you’re doing! That man tried to kill you!”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!”
Mal climbed the house to drop down the chimney. He heard there was a man that did that yearly to deliver packages, so it was worth a try. When he got to the bottom, though, he found the owner with an axe...
Later, Liam was sitting at his kitchen table eating his soup, smiling at his new wolf skin rug and congratulating himself on his freezer, freshly filled with ham, pork, and bacon.
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I probably don't know this genre well enough to write in it, but it seemed like a fun idea, so... I kinda had to end it too quickly, so the ending is sudden and not what I was hoping to do, but that's always fun too.
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Red was talking to the distraught widow in her darkly lit office. She was claiming that her husband and two sons were murdered and was desperately asking Red to find out who had done it and get justice for her. Red had seen cases like this before, so she knew who the primary suspects would be. The widow seemed to think that her husband’s business partner, who was considered a real wolf among sheep, had to be behind it. According to her there were lots of rumors that Mr. Timber had previously killed dozens of people that were in his way. However, Red knew that the Goat Gang, somehow consisting of three gruff guys named Billy, also had a tendency to silence problems. Then there was Goose, a group new to the area run by a mysterious figure known only as Mother.
“Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll let you know what I find out.” Judging by the woman’s appearance, her family was probably a group of pigs. The sons were even too lazy to buy proper houses, merely setting up a pile of straw in one case and building a little hut out of sticks in the other. At least the pay was to be good. A nice pile of cold hard cash.
Red showed the woman out and headed for her first lead. Mr. Timber had to be cleared first, and was probably the safest place to start.
She headed to the mill to talk to him. He didn’t seem too anxious to talk, but he had an alibi, backed up by about a dozen workers. They could have been lying on his orders, but there wasn’t anything else she could get out of him at that time.
Her next stop was to talk with the Billies. They were a bunch of jerks, but she had dealt with them before. The leader stopped her as she entered their office. Lawn service. What a joke. “What brings little Red to our neck of the woods? Looking for a trim of that mane?”
They thought they were funny, but Red didn’t, “I’m here looking into a series of murders in the area. Know anything about it?”
“Of course not little Red. All we know about killing are weeds.” The other two chuckled behind their leader, obviously they were easily amused. “Actually, we were out of town the last week. A business convention in Atlanta.”
They had papers seeming to prove their story, so another dead end. “Know anything about Goose?” Billy gave her an address to an informant of his going by Grasshopper. Apparently a flaky character that never really worked, but managed to survive anyway.
Grasshopper met Red in an abandoned warehouse. “Yes, Goose killed those idiots. Unfortunately for you, Mother doesn’t like meddlers in her affairs.” That’s when Red saw them, dozens of men with machine guns. The last thing that went through her head was, “Darn, I won’t get paid.” Well, other than a bullet, obviously.
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Hehe, DnE, I assumed the same word limits as the last ones ;) Otherwise I'd have a couple hundred extra on each ;)
You don't need a reason to help people. ~Zidane Tribal
Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... ~Vivi Orunitia
The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. ~Amarant Coral
ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh
Geez. Why are adults so pigheaded? ~Palom
How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... ~Vivi Orunitia
The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. ~Amarant Coral
ADD is a double edged sword. Also the handle is a blade.
That one's easy: it's because it sounds disgusting. Society's got nothing to do with that. ~Gotoh