The exercise:
Set a scene. You can continue it if the mood strikes you, but the idea is to create a setting where a story is about to unfold.
Mine:
It is a wet, gloomy night and the street is poorly lit. The weary street lights conceal secrets within the shadows they cast while struggling to find the effort to illuminate the leaf-dotted sidewalk.
Fall has settled in on the city and his cool breath can be felt in the breeze. Falling leaves slice through the air, flashing brightly in their brief time in the light before landing in darkness. Cars line the street, somber and brooding as they await the turn of a key. They guard their homes with jealous eyes and imposing strength.
A lone porch light reveals a red door adorned with an antique black handle. The house number above the doorbell is aligned diagonally and read '327'.
The door is opened from within...
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The trolley-bus, empty but for a single passenger, rocks back and forth like a sea-vessel -a city barge heaving and swaying its way down rushing street-gutters. A young woman sits at the far back corner, her scarf pulled out from under her coat. She tucks her damp, wavy hair behind her ear and looks up from her book. Rain streams across her dark window. A street sign flashes by as they roll through the intersection. She wishes she could stay...
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