Prompty story story prompt

[samhenderson]

Stolen from the marvelously creative asakiyume and cucumberseed and tithenai and csecooney.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you one sentence from that story.

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[aliseadae]

Tell me the one about the coats that spiders weave out of silk.

[samhenderson]

It was during the second act of "La traviata" -- during the soprano's despairing plea for love in the face of loss -- that Angharrad, sitting triumphantly clad in spider-silk in the Royal Box, felt the tiny prickles along her bare flesh where the proteins from the woven strands were rooting in her skin.

[acwise]

If this story ever does get fully developed, you know where to send it... :)

[samhenderson]

Oo!

[csecooney]

Speak, O Samantha, of the cloud that took flesh...

[samhenderson]

It was too big for the living room and had to extrude part of itself down the hall and halfway up the stairs -- fortunately its uniform substance was soft and flexible and this proved no problem; "milk with your tea?" I called from the kitchen, as the large, gentle, slightly embarrassed eyes in the doorway blinked sleepily at me.

[csecooney]

SMOOCH that sweet ol' cloudy-woudy-woo!!!

[cucumberseed]

The bakery that imports cheap flour from other worlds.

[samhenderson]

"Kingman's just placed their order, ten dozen for Friday," called Wendy from the office; I said nothing - while kneading the scones _something_ sinuous and fleshy within the dough, like a headless snake, had nudged at my fingers as if getting their measurement and now a dozen crude, stubby hands sprouted from the white, current-speckled mass, reaching plaintively for mine.

[sartorias]

When angels conspire.

[samhenderson]

Gabriel heaved the heavy, moss-crusted stone off the lip of the well with little effort while something huge, many-eyed and many-winged stirred in the slime below; it was time, it was long since time, but when he tried to call out his voice choked and died in his throat.

[sartorias]

*LOVE*

[samhenderson]

: )

[acwise]

Please tell us about the grape-witch and the wines from her marvelous vineyard.

[samhenderson]

She chuckled as a tough branch of dried vine gashed my wrist and heavy red drops spattered the leaves below - "they will have their way, the grapes, when they know it's the year of the sanguine Merlot."