The sludge felt different than she expected and it smelled foul. Well, beauty was worth anything, especially now. Perhaps if it hadn't been for Joe, she wouldn't care, but for him, she would...
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[An admin question here for a moment: are we still in an extended flashback? we are, aren't we? Joe's return, Violet and Smith-Jones's simmering relationship, Clive's shooting -- all that's still in the future of this action about the cosmetic sludge and so on, right?]
Welcome to Burning Lines - an online writing group. This is something of an experiment for December - a group of writers and artists who have met online creating an entirely new collaborative piece of fiction. If it goes well, we'll try a different theme/genre each month, selected by each of the group members in turn.
The rules are simple - there are no rules. It's for fun, and completely freeform. The contributors can upload fiction, illustrations, photos, music, video clips if they want to, anything that contributes to the story we are telling - and write two or two thousand words, drop by once or everyday. The contributors can dive into the story whenever they feel like it. If each post ends with a question or challenge - or mid sentence - so that the next person posting has something to work with that will help the story flow.
To contributors and readers alike - thanks for coming by.
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[An admin question here for a moment: are we still in an extended flashback? we are, aren't we? Joe's return, Violet and Smith-Jones's simmering relationship, Clive's shooting -- all that's still in the future of this action about the cosmetic sludge and so on, right?]
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