Chapter 1. Part A

Spent casings, littered the ground like confetti after a parade. Those are the little pieces of brass that are left over, after you've used a bullet, not the pieces of colored paper. They were every were. Spread about like seeds from a hand, sown destruction, not grain; little, cute, pyramid like piles, all by themselves; small handfuls of five or six or eight in a starburst pattern three feet in diameter. And that was it. No bullet impacts anywhere. No twisted led from a ricochet. No sign of any injury.

"Anybody got any explanations?"

{[(Where is this taking place? What time of day is it? Who's talking? What do they look like? How old are they? Who are they talking to? How many people are there? How old are the people being talked to? What are their names? What do they look like?)]}

The Begining

"And so it begins" - King Theodin at Helm's Deep as the rains began.

So here's the deal: This is going to be a story. We'll see where it goes. We'll let it drive itself. I need your help. I will be writing the body of the story but I need you to provide me with the directions. Kinda like a ghost writing in reverse. I'm the driver, but I'm blindfolded, oh, and I have head phones on, and my mouth has been duct-taped shut. The only thing I can do is write, and communicate by braille.

What I am going to do, is pick from your suggestions what I should do: what the characters' names should be; are they male or female? How old are they? Where should the story go next? What is the setting? Is the action dramatic or comedic? And so-on and so-forth and everything like that. We'll figure it out as we go. To start with, I'll open it with a starting sentence, maybe a little more. And then it's up to you. I'll end it with a requisition inside braces, inside brackets, inside parenthesis so that it can't be confused as text.

All right. You have your orders. Get to it