Here's how this project started. With a simple Twitter post. Then others started filling in the gaps. Read below, then in the comments, write the next line.
DaddyClaxton: What's the next sentence? "I'm no hero. My cape has been taken from me; stripped away by the greed & evil of others." Let's write the book.
I sit here now, listening to the sound my keyboard makes as I write this note. (thanks, @Rebecca_Pugh)!!
It's cold and the darkness of my room pervades over what once was an oasis of light, happiness and a well of strength.
It's raining, and yet, somehow.. it soothes me. I know I should get up
and clean, but the glow of my monitor mesmerizes me. I stop. There is a
noise in the hallway. Something doesn't seem right. (I'm so there in
the moment, what's next?)
I smell something. It's tickling my memories, senses I've not felt in
years. The back of my brain is throbbing. I can't place that scent.
I want to yell, "Damn you, Salazar," like the guy in Charlies Angels,
but my instincts tell me, that would be dangerous. Something lurks….
The floor creaks as I step. That smell. What is that smell? What am I not remembering?
I step out the door. There's something peering at me. Eye level. Confused
I step closer just as the neighbor's cat hisses and lunges.
I fall back. My head bangs against the doorwell and lights flash in my
mind's eye. Was it a muzzle flash?! I hear voices. It's fuzzy.
OKAY, let's keep it going. Who is our capeless hero? Man or woman? Mortal or superhuman? Why did he/she lose their cape? Who is it they're afraid of? What did they really think was out there in the hallway? Why are they so worried? And what's with that smell? What has been blocked out of this character's mind?
Let's see how far we can take this tale. It's fun reading so far. I'm intrigued….