“What are you in for?” Ethan asked.
Frank shook his head. “I forgot my clove of garlic.”
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include What the Heck? and Buck Meanly. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“How about you?” Frank asked.
“Ran out of silver bullets,” Ethan said with a heavy sigh.
Geoff rolled over on his cot in the next cell. “Turns out my holy water wasn’t blessed.”
“So it was just water?” Frank asked.
Geoff nodded. “And not even running water.”
“I tore the ‘Do Not Remove This Tag’ tag off a pillow,” Harry called from two cells over.
“That’s not a vampire superstition,” Ethan said.
Frank grunted agreement. “It’s not a superstition at all.”
“Yeah, well,” Harry said, “it still landed me here.”
“And now it’s time for you to go” the guard said as he opened Harry’s cell. “She’s waiting for you.”
“Undead man walkin’!” Ethan called.
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