For those of you who may not follow the Guild of Dreams blog, here’s my latest post in which I’m dabbling with a horror short story. Let me know what you think.
by Bruce Blake
A pleasant thing happened to me the other day…one of those things that all writers have experienced, but want to have happen more frequently.
A story began to form in my head.
It came out of no where, opening before me like a rolled carpet careening down a hill. It was only a few lines to begin with, but the more I turned them over in my head, inspecting them with the keen eye of a prospector determining the value of a nugget, the more it stuck, grew, developed.
This is how it started in my head:
It was Friday, April 13th the day they locked the door; none of us knew when it would open again. If it ever would.
I liked it. Two quick sentences to set up some questions in the reader’s head–who was being locked…
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