Monday, February 16, 2015


I took a random sentence (In Bold) and wrote for five minutes.  The following is the story I received.

Please send me any opening lines you want to see turned into short stories.   

He realized the child had seen him and he couldn't let him get away.

Todd Summers leapt through traffic, barely noticing the bus that almost hit him.  It wouldn’t have really mattered if it had.   

The tiny boy in the red baseball cap dashed up a driveway across the street and scurried down an alley lined with trash bags. 

Todd bolted after him.  By the time he reached the alley the little boy had vanished.  Todd sprinted to the very end of the alley and scanned the massive parking lot filled with cars, people and a million places for a tiny boy to hide. 

A spare flicker of movement flashed out of the corner of Todd’s eyes.  He spun around just in time to see the boy crawl out from behind the dumpster.  The boy made a mad dash back the way he had come and may have gotten away once again except he tripped over his own two legs and skittered across the pavement. 

Before the boy could stand, Todd picked him up by the back of his shirt and held him up in the air.

“Let me go!”  The boy squirmed.  “Let me go Todd.”

“First, I want to explain what you saw.”

“Shut up!”  The boy slapped a button behind Todd’s ear.  The adult’s face and chest slid open revealing the little boy cramped inside the mechanical suite.  “Mom says we’re not aloud to use the grown up suite on weekends!”  The little boy shouted.  “And I’m telling!”   

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