Experiment 21

This post is in answer to the question I asked myself, which was: what would a story look like if it was compiled of every first sentence from every story I've written ? Straight away I could see it was going to be ridiculous and not make any sense, so I changed my plan a little. I would use the first sentence from one story, the second sentence from another, the third from...

You get the idea. I also did not use EVERY story I've EVER written, because who has time to shift through a six year old's notebook? Not me. I used stories saved on to my USB, to my old email address, things that had been trunked and were slowly rotting in a forgotten folder. In total I used twenty-one stories, hence the title 'Experiment 21'. Then I shuffled the lines around a little bit. I think the results show just how much my writing has varied over the years: from grand, waffling sentences to concise enticements (I hope).

The live orchestrated band was a nice touch, Erica thought as she sipped her wine slowly. More and more citizens were dying every day and nobody knew why. At least, that’s what Dad’s boss had said. Sian tried to work out if it was true by staring at her friend but couldn't tell at all. She followed them around the house, pestering them with a hundred questions until they shut her in the playroom out of desperation.

The ungrateful little girl dashed out of the cottage without even a goodbye. Eight years old and scared out of her wits by being in a big scary hospital – this wasn't supposed to happen to a girl so young. Her gaze, like the masses of thick wires, connected with the figure hanging limply in an open steel container in the middle of the room. Tragic death.

Rigel was dragged onwards by his mother as she marched over to the trading end of the market. While he did sometimes wish the two main women in his life got along, he did enjoy spending time with each of them separately as it meant he could enjoy the best out of them without having them censor their personalities in the presence of the other.

"Judith, we've been through this enough times: neither your father nor I can take you and you’re too young to go by yourself."

Christina tumbled to the ground and stuck out a hand to break her fall, only to have it stepped on by an oblivious older student. Satisfied that everything was secure and Jennifer, her boss, couldn't fault her for not doing her punishment correctly, Patricia turned and set off in the way of home. When the door opened it wasn't Sarah at the door, or her husband Robert. Waltin and his wife Shirla had welcomed Farren warmly, pleased to make acquaintance with the young woman who had given their wild daughter’s life a direction. 

Now that his wife was pregnant with their first child and he was running for Prime Minister, Alexander realised that a sordid affair wouldn't look good and had to break things off with Diane, which
he did in a crude text message. Full of shame she tried/To plead her case further/Vortai would not listen/Hating the hag for her murder.

Her old room was the second biggest and this was the one she opened for rent. The boiler room underneath the school was a known spot for horny teenagers to pass the time and that was where Destiny lost her virginity to Ryan Fujiwara. It was going to be a long journey back.