Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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This sounds like fun. We like fun!

Swiped unceremoniously from the lovely and talented ellen_kushner:

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

Sentences! Stories! Knowing me, an accidental new novel!

Game on!

ETA: Game off. No further sentences are being taken. Thank you all for playing!
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All the people fall to the zombies and then develop a society of zombies.

OR how about...

It's 10000 years later and nobody remembers the Elements of Harmony or friendship.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmruuughhhhhh," said the stand-up comic, and everyone applauded, because hadn't they all shared those witty insights about the undead condition?
For some reason, "Zombies in Oz" hove into my brain, so there we are :)
They had always known that the dust of the Deadly Desert could kill; what they hadn't known was that it could also resurrect.
The story you wanted to give to that person who made a huge impact on your life, but for complicated reasons you can't ever thank.

But with one slash of a red pen (red as apples, as blood, as ruby slippers—did you know that Dorothy's journey was an editor's rite of passage, each step an amendment, each turn a revision, did you know, when you changed my story?), everything was different; everything was better; everything was cut off from the familiar, and would never be the same.

resolute

4 years ago

The first mob of zombies to develop self-awareness (as a collective like a beehive rather than as individuals) and how they came to negotiate a peace treaty of a sort....
The difficulty with zombies was mutual acceptance: you had to accept that they weren't here to eat you, and they had to accept that people would be angry if they did.
An alien race consciousness-swaps one of their own into a newborn human to act as an advance observer, growing up as one of us, getting to know the biology, culture, language, etc. Said race has done this before--the consciousness-transfer is permanent, so they eventually extract their forward observers and use the insights gained to decide how to approach first contact. They are essentially the de facto ambassadors of a loose affiliation of starfaring races.

This time, however, things go horribly wrong in a way they are unprepared for. First, newborn humans are pretty helpless for a long while, which is inconvenient but well within mission parameters. Second, their forward observer is being abused and tormented by her own parents (although they are completely unaware that she's a, well, "changeling"). After something over a decade of this, she is finally able to escape her abusive parents and try to scrape together the materials to contact her people and get rescued. Her debrief will presumably lead to some ... very interesting discussions at the galactic UN about how to approach Earth (Rehabilitation? Quarantine? Extermination?)
"Please understand that while I am an adult of my own race, I am also a ten-year-old daughter of the dominant species of the world under discussion, and I have but one request: let them burn."
1. How do the scarecrows on the corn maze party on Samhain?

2. Children for sale, best deal in town! Guaranteed not to rust, dull, or run away (when properly restrained).
The crows were a black sheet that blocked out the stars, and all was the sound of cornstalks rustling, and screams.
A superhero is dissatisfied with her comic book publishers.
The backstory and the retcons and the reboots, she could take, but after one boobs-and-butt pose too many, it was time for Payback to finally live up to her name.

dornbeast

4 years ago

Tybalt meets the Aeslin mice.
Bwahahhahahaha....

nekosensei

4 years ago

A herd of fire-breathing guinea pigs is discovered living in the vegetable garden.
"You like roast veg, right, Maryanne?" asked Paul, closing the door firmly behind himself.
Darn it. I read that backwards too. I had a good sentence all ready. Hmmm...

It's a bad day at the dimensional crossover office.
The slime oozing through the ceiling was a symptom of the problem, not the problem in and of itself, and that, more than anything, illustrated why Chris should have stayed in bed.
Two overly disgustingly cute anime characters come to life...and then attempt to take over the world.
"The eyes...the eyes," whispered Marie, and died, still smiling her terrible smile.
He bent to fish several rocks and pebbles from the water. With these, he made a sort of small tower. The sizes and colors of the rocks varied as it grew, and I held my breath in case a small puff of air might knock it over. I asked him what it was.
This is the wrong way around. Sorry.
The one that takes place almost entirely in the air, over the course of an airplane flight from NYC to San Francisco.
"Excuse me," said the eldrich horror in the window seat politely, "but can I get past you?"

biguglymandoll

4 years ago

A retelling of the story of Sleeping Beauty, from the perspective of a brick in the palace wall.
Finally, after so much fuss and bother, the transitory creatures lay sensibly down, and slept.

bekitty

4 years ago

Pandemic airborne disease sweeps the globe, killing millions and causing mass panic. A very select few, however, are not only immune to the disease but enhanced by it - and are subsequently being hunted down by the government to be forced into research projects.
Out of curiosity, have you read the Wild Cards anthologies? It's missing the government research projects, but other than that...

seanan_mcguire

4 years ago

Turns out our cats are descendants of an alien race and now those Aliens are back to check up on things.
"You know, Peter, this isn't as much of a surprise as you might think, although now I'm really wondering why they never cleaned their own damn litterboxes."
Here's one that's been bugging me, but I don't have the talent to write it.

The questing party shows up at the Chosen One's door, to start The Ultimate Quest to Save The World... but they're early, because the Chosen One is about three years old.

And no, not the plot of Willow.
The Chosen One, oblivious to the screaming argument taking place around her, rolled over, put her toes back in her mouth, and went to sleep.
How about a sentence from the Velveteen adventure in which she's asked to act as the go-between when all the Holiday Seasons decide to abandon Earth-A entirely?
The absence of the Seasonal Lands had been theorized as the beginning of the end of magic and the dawn of a new age of reason, one in which super science would merely be science, and flying men would be against the laws of physics, although not exempt from the laws of gravity.
Having just re-read Blackout, I was haunted by the comment that while zombies were no longer self-aware, they might dream...what might be a zombie dream?

tsgeisel

December 2 2012, 03:32:42 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  December 2 2012, 03:33:04 UTC

Do zombies dream of undead sheep?

seanan_mcguire

4 years ago

judifilksign

4 years ago

"That's Not Funny!" - your story of the first improv troupe to hit it big, post-uprising.
"What, too soon?"
A(n apparently self aware) book mark is picked up in a frozen and desolate place by a yuki-onna. She puts it into the book she carries with her and the bookmark is plunged into the unbelievable story within.

What is the story? How could a bookmark possibly figure into it? How did a bookmark get to the deserted, frozen landscape? Why would she bother to pick it up at all?
The words were an assault, the sentences an invasion, and the paragraphs, a violation; yet without eyes, there was no ceasing to read.
It was a dark and stormy night.

(Heck, it was good enough for ST-TNG...)
The shingles on the roof had been recently installed, and did an admirable job of deflecting the rain, saving the household from water damage.
How about the story that winds up with Mahir being charged for standing too close to a goat? I've been curious about that for ages.
"Maaa," said the goat.
I always wondered what happened to Dave in Alaska.
Alaska was a beautiful state, open, deserted, and colder than he could ever have imagined.
Quentin and May are trying to explain reality tv to Sylvester, and he is very confused . . .
"Okay, look," Quentin tried again, "people go on television to become famous for doing nothing but existing."
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