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CONTEST: 50 Words or Less
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Anikka
Anikka
Babelfish

Jul-18-2007 14:03

I've been wanting to do some kind of contest for a while now, so here we go. By the way, a huge thanks to Lady Emerald - she knows why. :-)

The rules of 50 Words or Less: Using a given opening line, you must write a story that uses 50 words or less. The opening line does not count toward your word total.

The rules of the contest:

* I will give a total of 5 opening lines. You may choose whichever line(s) you wish to use.

* You may write an entry for as many of the opening lines as you like, but only 1 story for each line. So, your maximum number of entries is 5. If you only like 3 of the opening lines, then write 3 stories. It's up to you.

* If you write multiple stories, they are not required to have anything to do with each other. On the other hand, you may link them into one overall story.

* Your story or stories must make sense. It also should be mystery-related, or be mysterious with a really interesting twist.

* Spelling and grammar DO count. Please. Spellcheck is our friend. (I realise that english is not everyone's primary language. It is usually not difficult to tell the difference between the grammar of someone writing in a not-ingrained language, as opposed to the grammar of someone who is too lazy to learn how to write properly.)

*All entries must be posted no later than 11:59 PM server time on July 28, 2007.

Now, you can't have a contest without prizes, right? Make sure you get those imaginations going! The winner will receive a three-month subscription (compliments of me) and a unique book for their detective (compliments of Ben). Sweet!

Your opening lines:

1. If I'd known how it would all end, I would never have started it.

2. The evidence was there, had anyone bothered to look.

3. Jimmy Donuts was just an old bum.

4. How had things even gotten as far as they had?

5. Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror.

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Sir Butcher De Vei
Sir Butcher De Vei
Well-Connected

Jul-22-2007 03:15

If I'd known how it would all end, I would never have started it.
Unfortunately I do know how it ends, and unfortunately I may be the one to have started it. Now I find myself in a room, with a gun in hand and my dear lovely Tallulah, dead at my feet. All I need to find out now is the beginning.


Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror.
"Please, I beg you...." she gasped, her eyes wide glaring at the snub nosed revolver in my hand. Frantic she threw the bottle of mine on the table at me and desperately made for the door. I effortlessly chucked my head to evade the hurled missile and squeezed the trigger.


How had things even gotten as far as they had?
I asked her. "I dont know" she replied weakly. "After a while, I just felt disconnected from you. I didn't intend for it to happen but it just did. I still love you." Her eyes peering into mine. I laid down the glass of whiskey and reached into my pocket.


The evidence was there, had anyone bothered to look.
I just regret that I didnt take a closer look sooner. The recent fragant change of her perfume. Her frequent trips to the grocers. How we conversed less and less through the days. There apparently was a problem. And this afternoon I saw for my own eyes what it was.


Jimmy Donuts was just an old bum.
Least I thought him to be. But right now he's the king of the world, evident in the smug smile on his face and the trot in his step. I concealed myself behind an alley as he rounded the corner, met up with his companion and kissed her... Tallulah!



*grins* Im still a bit inspired by the film "Irreversible" and wrote the story back to front. But dont worry, thered be no blood, gore and difficult rape scene to watch here. -.-

Although the names are different, the story is derived from my detective bio that I wrote for another contest, pardon me if it sounds similar =P.

Sir Butcher De Vei
Sir Butcher De Vei
Well-Connected

Jul-22-2007 03:18

Bottle of wine... not mine. Bottle of wine. Sorry for the typo. =P

Cheers and good luck everyone!

Stooby
Stooby
Well-Connected

Jul-22-2007 04:04

And just below the "bottle of mine" I take it you either ducked your head or pulled the whole thing off and lobbed it at Talullah!

Sophie4
Sophie4
Gopher to the Sleuth Gods

Jul-22-2007 07:38

Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror. He kept coming. No matter what she did, he kept getting up and coming at her again. There, in the corner stood his prized possession, a Louisville slugger autographed by the Babe himself. She grabbed the bat and swung again and again, each blow sending bone, blood, and brain everywhere.

Sophie4
Sophie4
Gopher to the Sleuth Gods

Jul-22-2007 08:08

How had things gotten as far as they had? It began so idyllic, a fairytale romance. Everyone said so. After the honeymoon, he changed. Todd had become possessive, phoning her at work, going through private papers. He was always looking for some evidence of betrayal. It was him though who had betrayed her.

The evidence was there, had anyone bothered to look. No one wondered why Tullaluh always wore blouses with sleeves and high collars. The long skirts to cover the massive bruising on her legs from the shackles he used to keep her from escaping his torturous abuse. It had to end, and it had to end today.


Kathryn Gumshoe the 7th
Kathryn Gumshoe the 7th
Battered Shoe

Jul-22-2007 17:17

Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror.

There Jim lay, a knife in his chest. Tallulah's knife.

"I didn't do it! I swear!"

Narayan didn’t take chances. Sister or not, she was a murderer. He ran to the phone.

“Get me police!”

Bang!

Narayan fell. A hand pocketed the revolver. Tallulah’s hand.

She was making her getaway…

Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

Jul-23-2007 02:57

If I'd known how it would all end, I would never have started it.

It all started as a Science Fair project. I just had to beat that know-it-all Lucy.

It took ages to design and create the garden, then make the little animals.
The people though? That's when it went wrong.

They got smart. They replicated. Then murder. War. Famine. Disaster. Destruction.

What had I done?


48484848
48484848

Jul-23-2007 09:53


Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror.
"No, no, no!" she said, shaking her at me. "You've got it all wrong, my sister was very loved at home, no one would kill her." Tallulah made me very surprised in her sudden change from scared to in denial. I guess that's what you get for taking a crazy case.


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Jul-24-2007 06:59

“How had things even gotten as far as they had?” I would not know… life always leaves me unrequited. Yet, there is more: An eternity carries on despite darkness… regardless of light…

As I rise towards immortality, I look to my unresponsive body, “…as far as they had?” I would not know…

I smile… Perhaps death is polite after all.


Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Jul-25-2007 17:05

Jimmy Donuts was just an old bum.
He’d always been a good-for-nothing scalawag who did little more than lie by the window all day and scarf down tuna. He couldn’t catch a mouse to save his life. He was the laziest cat I’d ever laid eyes on. But my daughter adored him. And now, he was missing.

If I'd known how it would all end, I would never have started it. Me and my soft heart. I’d been sweet-talked by my husband into hosting the family’s annual Christmas celebration. Now, two days before Noel, sixteen in-laws were residing in my house, and the cat’d gone poof. I rousted the family and staff, and followed my tearful four-year-old, Tessa, downstairs to search.

How had things even gotten as far as they had? For the next two hours, we searched the house. From fiendish, six-year-old, second-cousin Percival to the termagant of the family, Great-Aunt Tallulah, we searched from coal cellar to attic. Every nook, cranny, drawer, closet, and pigeonhole of every room in the house was searched. No kitty. Tessa was distraught.

The evidence was there, had anyone bothered to look. I decided to conduct one final search of the house. Room by room, no cat. Finally, we reached the kitchen. There, Cook was busily chopping up vegetables for the Christmas dinner. “Cook,” I asked him pleadingly, “have you seen Jimmy Donuts at all this morning?”
“Oh, aye, he’s in t’oven….”

Tallulah shook her head in denial while her eyes opened wide with horror. “You ROASTED the cat?!”
“Nay,” Cook replied placidly, “When ah come from t’pantry, ah found t’cat scratchin’ at t’window wid a ball o’fluff in his mouth. When ah let ‘im in, he were ‘lmost froze stiff, Mum. Ah just popped ‘im ‘n t’kitten in t’oven ta warm ‘em up.”

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