It took nearly a quarter mile to bring the Nightingale Express to a full stop before the body on the tracks. If they hadn’t been on such a long straight stretch and in broad daylight to boot, they’d have gone right over that corpse and maybe never even have known. The brakeman and the engineer get down to investigate and are surprised to discover they both knew the dead man. Who was it? Why is he there?
Frankenstein is a writer’s game wherein a story is composed of sentences contributed by different authors. We play this game a lot in Book Junkies, and everyone has a lot of fun with it.
So, I’ll kick it off with a prompt sentence, then you guys each add a sentence in the comment thread. Each subsequent sentence should feed off the sentence before it in the thread. So, let’s see what monster of a story we can stitch together.
One note though: PG-13 type blog—keep it clever but clean.
Andy wanted that ten-speed bike more than anything in the world.