Seriously? I have vague recollections of liking that Hemingway, and can definitely see expanding it, but I don't remember any of my ideas.

Ah, that's OK.

I like that one, Crush!

It sounds like a horror/mystery premise.

Thanks, both of you.

Wanted: Ghouls. No former experience required.

This vampire isn't scared of stakes.

Magazine empty; giant still alive. Great.

Those are good, Joel.

Sorry, it's already been taken by Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker.

Those are all good ones, Joel.

That's a cool hemingway Lady Elanor!


Pages sprung death, ink sprung terror.

Music brought life, then strife, war.

Machine guns and jets versus Bibles.

And then time, started to reverse.

Don't touch shadow. Bad things happen.

When saw he -ed

Thank you.

Mine would be...how you say...quite different.

Danke!

Nice. I especially like two and three.

The vampire's crypt smells of garlic.

My disease is my only hope.

These sewers house more than rats.

I've been told my fans (numbering one) are begging for some hemmingways.

He decorated the labrynth in plaid.

The zombie army avoided my daughter.

We lost our final hope -- popcorn.

Wizards will flee from the light!

All but number two are completely random.

That sounds like a very unique dark lord.

"Bind them with regulations," he said.

Could that be water?? Or blood...

What if mosquitoes save our lives?

"Marry me?" He asked her twin.

Very nice. I especially like the first one - it's awesome.

(Danke. )

Yay! More. My favorite is the third one.

Ooo, nice.

My multivitamin is spying on me.

Suddenly, the black hole turns bright.

Millions will die if mysteries lie.

I was thinking over number two today and decided to change it a little.

The undead army shuns my daughter.


Yep.

*Laughs*




Those are all good ones, Sven!



Haha, very neat!

Resistance was futile; survival was the key.

I like this one, Aemi. Though it is a sad thing that she never wrote again.

Oh, very good, Aemi.

Thank y'all.

It's been awhile since I wrote any of these...

Words swirled, untouchable by silent lips.

A sword, no one to kill.

It started when the package came.

The darkness wants to kill me.

I get a fantasy feel from that one.


And those two sound like good horror stories.

This one earns some serious recognition.

*Grins* Thanks, Jonathan!

Never thought of them as horror before...

*Tries more*

The dark magician wanted perfect peace.

A simple prayer: "Please, God... Help."

The blank page called her, "Write."

He drew his sword. Too late.

A searing pain ripped, shattering consciousness.

Okay, that went from hopeful to dark to sadistic very quickly.

Now I'm on a Hemingway kick because of the weekly goal/read-a-thon thing...

Light bites my vision away. Blinded.

Ambushed by my own men. "Traitors!"

"We're going down. Save my daughter."

Cleansing by fire. Burned to death.

Those are awesome, Mae! My favourite was He drew his sword. Too late.

Very well done!

More great ones! Cleansing by fire. Burned to death. That one made me shiver!

Here are a few (20) Hemingways I did this week:

Hemingways? Maybe. I'll think about it.

The wolf staggered back, snarling desperately.That was my first one.

"Why?" Taurus' abyssal voice shook me.

It roared; dwarven forms scattered everywhere.

His laugh lines resembled concentric rings.

His leg lacerated, he began crawling.

The airplane engine coughed. I choked.

"Git or I'll twist yer horns!"

The frisbee struck home. He crumpled.

The gun chattered. The balrog exploded.

The library! I’ll be living here...

The Dogs're coming. Eat the carrot!

Hey look, I'm floating!...Oh no...

Fortunately, his collarbone halted the knife.

They breathe fire! Get yours now!

Alien crossing, watch for tractor beams.

THUD...“One down, 34 to go.

Faun bridge--other races cross there ---->

The lawnmower quit abruptly. Screaming ensued.

The camera flashed excessively. Sasquatch ran.

Those are my first attempts...how'd I do?

Okay, here's my try at Hemingway's.

The music started. It sang perfectly.

The squares are cut. I sew.

The sky darkens, following my thoughts.

Seven hours, 100 chickens, six freezers.

"Can it be?" "Yes, it can!"

I did it! How are they?

Those are great, Katharina! I like this one:

That one was my favorite, too, because it really tells a story there.

That's my kind of spider.

She couldn't think, so she didn't.

Her treachery caused the king's defeat.

What floats your boat sinks mine.

There was no treasure. He lied.

His jealousy caused his brother's death.

Random hemmingways:

I must get that clock fixed.

Why is it always the apples?

Life and death - she chose life.

The earth shook. Aliens - they'd arrived.

Hey! Where'd you put my dinner?!

The bad man tookded my icecream!

This one is witty.


That one made me the most curious.

*laughs out loud and agrees*

I thought you might, after seeing you and Jonathan go back and forth about kiling spiders. I actually almost put it this way: (count this as an alternate ending)

The spider crawled - BushMaid smashed it.

Thanks, Jonathan. Well, you know about Snow White and the poisoned apple...

This sounds like fun. Let me try my hand at it. *warning, the shortest thing I ever wrote was over 150,000 words*

Anyway...

I have taken over the world.

Woah, sis! Love those last ones you did! Great work!


Love it, Michael.


I like it. Sounds like Loki.

Lessee what I can come up with...

The shadow crept through the mist.

Hmm. I always knew I failed at writing short stuff.

Totally.

I haven't tried one of these in forever... * thinks *

Once I was the accidental arsonist.

Nice.

I died and was then resurrected.

The end of the world was late.