Archives - HODOWE

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

During our first year we had the beginnings of several ongoing challenges.  The biggest at the time was HODOWE; Holidays of Dubious Origins Writing Event.  Quite a mouthful.
In August of 2012 the holiday was Left Handers Day.  These are the stories that were posted for the challenge, or at least the ones tagged as such.  If I missed any please add the link in the comments.

• glennagirl Southpaw - HODOWE International Left-Handers Day - 13 comments




• mrua7 "The Left Hand of Darkness Affair"~ Section VII HOWDOWE International left-handers day   challenge - 17 comments


• carabele HODOWE: Int'l Left-handers Day Story -- THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR - 4 comments


• carabele THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR -- Act II - 3 comments


• carabele THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR -- Act III


• carabele THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR -- Act IV and Epilogue - 2 comments

The Muse Affair...

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I threw out the idea of exploring the missing muses that several of us are grousing about.  You can read it HERE
So, I thought about it and am wondering if we might take small steps and do one sentence at a time.  A group effort.  I'll start it off and perhaps we'll end up with something.  Just copy and past, adding to it as you build on the story.
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The woman had an ethereal look about her, something that seemed to attract the blond man who watched her as she wandered aimlessly from one place to another.

The Muse Affair, cont.

[hypatia-66.livejournal.com]

The woman had an ethereal look about her, something that seemed to attract the blond man who watched her as she wandered aimlessly from one place to another.

The young man was watching her - she could feel her skin cool where his blue eyes fell on her and, turning her own eyes to him, saw him fade in the sunlight.

The Muse Affair

[gevr.livejournal.com]

The woman had an ethereal look about her, something that seemed to attract the blond man who watched her as she wandered aimlessly from one place to another.

The young man was watching her - she could feel her skin cool where his blue eyes fell on her and, turning her own eyes to him, saw him fade in the sunlight.

"We need him," the voice in her head whispered, "bring him to us...".