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Bartholomew
07-18-2007, 11:17 AM
Carefully examine these photos. They are not from a movie, nor have they in any way been altered.

http://user.it.uu.se/%7Esvens/larverna/00-narmare_och_narmare_1-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/03-narmare_och_narmare_4-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/05-narmare_och_narmare_6-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/08-larvklase-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/12-cykel_vid_trad-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/15-in_under_sadeln_3-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/17-in_under_sadeln_5-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/19-in_under_sadeln_7-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/22-cykel_i_cykelstall-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/25-in_i_hornet_1-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/28-in_i_hornet_4-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/35-cykel_med_korg-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/37-lufttradar-normal.jpg

http://user.it.uu.se/~svens/larverna/38-lufttradar-normal.jpg

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Your prologue should be a 200 word explanation, in scientific language, a newspaper article, newscast, etc, of the phenomena above. (If you know what it is, don't be a party pooper!)

Your story can be of any length, and must revolve around the explanation you supplied for the photos.

(If a mod can fix the typo in the thread title, I'd love them forever.)

wyntermoon
07-18-2007, 05:46 PM
I'll start this as soon as I'm finished completely freaking out.

Bartholomew
07-18-2007, 06:19 PM
I'll start this as soon as I'm finished completely freaking out.

That's the spirit!

wyntermoon
07-18-2007, 06:22 PM
That's the spirit!

Ba dum dum

Meerkat
07-18-2007, 06:26 PM
I am on. I am with you. As the vanguard leader, I report to the collective that our primary objective proceeds slowly. Earth features more movement than we anticipated, and we have succeeded in converting only the town of Bartholomew, Kansas thus far. Earth also features more carnivores than are advertised on their news broadcasts, which is inexplicably devoted to verbal arguments and accidents involving their machines, rather than vertebrate/invertebrate mass ratios.

Warn off the second wave, until this vanguard achieves a greater foothold. Personal note to food supply specialists: bicycles most nutricious meal to date. I am off.

giftedrhonda
07-18-2007, 06:27 PM
Oh man, that's CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAZY!!!

Bartholomew
07-21-2007, 07:22 PM
Anyone workin' on this one? I'd be interested to see what sort of stories this could spawn.

Parkinsonsd
07-24-2007, 10:32 PM
That's awesome! Sick, yeah, disturbing, naturally, but totally freakin' awesome!

Bartholomew
01-04-2008, 03:07 PM
So, did this ever spawn anything fun?

Kerr
01-06-2008, 07:18 AM
You can find these critters hanging everywhere like mutant fruit around these parts, but I have never seen anything so fantastically grotesque. Thanks so much. I will have to ponder this one.

HeronW
01-24-2008, 03:06 AM
My children are so beautiful, they way they work together binding this world that is falling to pieces. This is only the first stage, they will empty and fall, hungry and seeking nourishment. I'm going to need food. That'll be easy enough. The curious will come, the gawkers, the mockers, the ones who go out of their way to step and squish and murder my darlings. Not this time, my children. You can hear them, noises of disgust and fear, shuddering and making faces. They'll take their pictures and make their comments. Then they'll stay at the bed and breakfast, or the inn, or the motor lodge, all close by, all within walking distance.

Night comes, they wave and laugh and sneer, ignoring the muttering woman, draped in layers of clothing, cocooning me. They push their way past and laugh as I stumble. It's hard to keep the disguise, but I've had lots of practice. I shift segments and grip through the cloth, tan on tan, no one notices. The town closes down; lights go out. My children slip and slide against one another, following me, their mother. Unlock the first door and they flow in, across the carpet, up over the footboard. I lean over and paralyze him, 'Dinner's ready!'

JoNightshade
01-24-2008, 03:11 AM
Oh, BARF!!!

HeronW
01-24-2008, 01:45 PM
Note to hungry offspring: leave JoN for last :}

Bartholomew
05-23-2008, 03:05 PM
Bump.