(Raine, a little tired and ready for bed, suddenly finds herself tinkering with the beginning of a story over the weekend…)

One sentence. I’m only going to write one sentence, I swear, just to say I wrote SOMETHING. Lessee…

“Vlad the vampire was out for blood.”
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There it is. One sentence. Just like I said. But it’s kinda pitiful, isn’t it? I mean, I can’t just leave it that way. Maybe I can build it up, just a little…

Okay, lessee… “Vlad hunkered in the shadows of the grime-darkened street, weaving between the large metal cans, his fangs aching for flesh. His taste for blood, far more specialized than most, was nearly as keen as his taste for the ladies. And the tall, Amazonian woman strutting down the avenue would serve both purposes very nicely.”

Hey–that doesn’t sound too bad! :razz:

But crap–now that little paragraph brings up all kinds of questions…why is he hunkering? Is he a hunchbacked vampire? Why hang around a dirty street? Is he a soot-sadist? What’s with the metal cans? Is he Lord of the Toxic Waste Dump? And what’s this specialized blood taste? RH-Negative junkie, doomed to ask for blood type before sex?
And what about a history of his people? A biography of the character? A strict plotline for the action in the story? A bio of the heroine? What will their relationship will be like? What’s the time period? Is it an alternate-Earth story? How do those teeth work? Are they retractable? What happens when they get cavities?

(Raine, suddenly VERY tired, does not seem to have the energy for building the necessary vampire world, but wants to keep the essence, the dignity, the epic feeling of the story…)

“Vlad, staggering drunk in the alley, counted his change before he approached the cheap crack ho… “
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