Saturday, June 28, 2008

Protrudio Says — Go Write! 2



In the spirit of internet blogging and cyber-hugging, Abysswinksback is pleased to announce its very second writing exercise.

“The door creaked open like the best eight seconds on a horror film sound effects CD. I reached for my...”

250 words or less, by 11.55GMT Friday 4th July.

Entries will appear some time over the weekend of the 5th/6th in the order they are received and Protrudio will take a break from his custard-guzzling exploits to reward any participants for their efforts.

19 comments:

Robin S. said...

I love his little outfit, complete with protrusions.

Didn't you sorta know I was gonna have to mention that, sooner or later?

writtenwyrdd said...

Interesting beginning. I shall have to think on it.

Whirlochre said...

Believe it or not, it's aerodynamic.

Kiersten said...

Yeah, Robin, I'm in the opposite boat. I try not to look at him. I like the close-up of his face that appeared on the last exercise. The rest just makes me feel...awkward. Dang puritan, right?

But WO, I'm impressed with your artistic talents and computer savvyness to use them all.

Kiersten said...

Also, I love the updates on the right side of the blog.

I'd settle for that, too. Except I already have a couple of hats. I'd just like the agent.

Whirlochre said...

Maybe I'll rustle up a Kiersten-friendly seaweed hula skirt for next time...

Kiersten said...

For you, or for Protrudio?

Whirlochre said...

Tee Hee.

Sadly, I lack the knees for hula — which is not to say I have a vacuum twixt femur and tibia (although that would make quite a spooky fashion statement).

Kiersten said...

Also, it would make walking quite difficult.

My dad's been sending pictures from your neck of the woods (okay, your country, I have no idea where you are in it) and it's making me want to visit in the worst way. Worst because I know I can't any time soon.

Whirlochre said...

Let me guess — he's sitting outside an olde worlde inn called The Rose & Crown, singing along to a traditional folk tune as morris dancers hop about near a pond full of ducks...

Kiersten said...

No. He got lost trying to get back to the train station from Hever Castle and wandered around fields for a few hours. Saw an ostrich farm, of all things.

Whirlochre said...

Are you sure he wasn't born here? That sounds like a terribly English way to spend a day...

Kiersten said...

I guess he's fitting in well then. Some very nice Brits who were also lost gave him a ride to the train station.

Mostly he's just working 12-13 hours a day though. Is that English, too, or did he just bring it along with him?

Whirlochre said...

We do have a reputation for working the longest hours in Europe — except in Liverpool — but that sounds busy by any yardstick.

As for those helpful Brits — if it was Mr & Mrs Hebblethwaite, they're famous for riding up and down the country looking for lost tourists to help.

Kiersten said...

Sainted couple, that one.

Yeah, my poor dad. Goes to England so he can sit at a computer thirteen hours a day, just like does at home.

Whirlochre said...

Just in time for the last of the foxgloves, though...

Kiersten said...

Heck, if someone paid me to go to England and work for twelve hours a day, I'd do it. I'd still be putting in fewer hours, and get weekends off. No vacations from mommyhood.

Kiersten said...

Sorry I never got around to a better entry. I've failed you, Protrudio.

Anonymous said...

Protrudio say:

No way, K. Your solo effort is on a par with Ellen McArthur, braving the ocean in her yacht.

Or something like that...