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Storytelling in Verse: A Study in Pink.

Status: 
Program description/goal: 

Description: "A Study in Pink" is the title of an experimental collaborative workshop attempting to write a story in verse by its participants in "round robin" form.

Leader: Wesley Snow
Moderator(s): Rula, Barbara Writes

Objectives: To give the opportunity for poets to work together as a community writing a story in verse.

Level of expertise: Open to all

Subject matter: "A Study in Pink" will be a horror/murder mystery with an ensemble of characters.

Length: 
30 days
Number of participants (limit): 
10 people
Skill level: 
Date: 
Friday, September 26, 2014 to Sunday, October 26, 2014
Short description: 
We will be trying to create a format for such a workshop to be held again later

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count me in

We won’t begin in earnest until the 26th as we’re still enrolling (Ian, I’m having some difficulties getting you listed, but will solve it).
Let me start from the beginning. This idea came full blown to me (partly inspired by Barbara’s Renga series) and wouldn’t leave me alone. At first I thought it too difficult to engage and though I still feel that way to a certain extent, Rula, Barbara and I are going to run it as an experiment.
Don’t let me misconstrue this: I believe this to be the most ambitious workshop yet tried at NeoPoet. The formatting involved is complex enough to be almost prohibitive, but I believe that run as an experiment the participants themselves can create the format as we progress, so that it may be run again at a later date (possibly on a semi annual basis).
What I propose is this:

To write a story in verse essentially “by committee”.

Each poet will write two octets of poetry in turn progressing the story along until an ending has been reached. For example- I am poet number one and will post the initial sixteen lines, then Rula (poet number two) will add her sixteen lines to the story either picking up where I left off or changing scenes to another aspect of the tale. Then Barbara will be poet number three and add her sixteen lines followed by Carrie, Alidzain and the rest until everyone has added sixteen lines at various points of the story at which point I will pick up again and we will run another round continuing on until the story is complete.
Makes perfect sense doesn’t it? See why I am daunted? Yet, I am committed (or should be).

The storyline will be a horror/murder mystery set in 19th century London (dark, dreary, good place for some fearful stuff). I chose horror because of the preponderance of dark poets here and murder mystery because it is a good semi complex story type. These are my decisions to make as this is a monarchy (though with a very powerful Parliament).

The first task will be to create the principal characters in the drama. They will be based on specific profile types.
Each poet will create one character.
The profile types are these:

The Victim (the first of many?): (this one is mine)
Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters.
Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above.
Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell.
Suspect Number Two: Same as above.
Suspect Number Three: Same as above.
A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen.
An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation.
Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.
Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them.
And lastly,
The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man.
The character types are not of my invention, I cannot claim that level of inventiveness. These are classic profiles used in detective stories for nearly two hundred years and I for one am willing to use them.
We will be selecting the characters we will create on a first come, first serve basis. As you sign up for the experimental workshop, pick a character and start a profile. The profile is in prose and needs to describe the character in some depth. The more information you give us the more we have to use.
Post the profiles on this thread where we may reference them throughout the workshop. If it becomes difficult to find them, maybe Barbara will help me move them to a better location (experiment, remember?)

When we begin you will not be writing about YOUR character only. It is an ensemble piece and you must use all of the characters in their turn.
Also, these are the principal characters in our Horror/Murder Mystery. New characters may be created as needed. If we have more than ten participants there are more profiles to choose from.
As you sign up please PM me and tell me what character of those left you will create.
More information about the format of the workshop will come trickling out slowly enough that it might be understood.
Rula needs to pick her character first (victim is already taken), then Barbara, then Carrie, then Alid and on.

W. H. Snow

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out of order by accident. She is third to choose.
Stan can you help me get Ian listed?

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I got him.

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If we have only eight participants as it stands now we will eliminate one suspect and either one detective or one witness. I'm hoping others will join. The more we have the easier this will be and the more we stand to learn about the format.

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To be a suspect....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Start writing your profile and post it here in this thread when you are ready. Don't shy from making it a little comprehensive. The more you give us on the character the more we will be able to use. Don't go crazy though. I may be cutting and pasting it to some other location.

Rula and Barbara? Can you choose what character types you will create?

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My research and create my profile. ..19th century London is a bit of a mystery to me all in itself....I will be the first suspect.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Suspect No.2

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I have chosen detective no. 2. I have to research this though I've seen a few movies.

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So when it comes my turn to choose if nobody else has taken this choice I'll take it. I'll now allow my essence to invade all other participants in order to be sure none pick this role other than myself heh, heh, heh

As the monster...a very different role for you!! I look forward to seeing the profile of your monster!!! I chose a suspect since somehow in my real life I manage to get blamed for things I didn't do, it would be a good fit!!! Now to do the research....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

You must be like me in that your only faults are everything you do and everything you say lol. I think everybody may well be surprised at my monster

I want the protagonist role. I think I might have some idea.

Alid

Let me make sure I have this straight so I can keep track. First of all, we don't have to have profiles for everyone. Whatever we produce is what we use.
Carrie has a suspect.
Rula has a suspect.
Barbara has a detective.
Stan... I'm giving you the monster because it IS totally off your usual nut.
Alid has the protagonist.
Have I got this right? Correct me if I need it.
Post your profiles here and I will see if I can't get them all in the same place on The Stream so we can reference them. I think I can do it, but I may ask technical assistance when I screw up.
Please consider this whole adventure a great game.
I hope Jess will be healthy enough to join in and Ian is still to choose a character.
Who else am I missing?
This may be our story crew unless someone else shows up.
You up for it?
I will post my profile shortly... the victim.

W. H. Snow

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It can be done

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Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.
Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.
He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.
He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

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I read u well i think
the guy was a sexual deviant so.... there must and ought to be a character... who probably himself had or saw some one having sex with the so called victim
Be as it may you could introduce a '''sly'' character to mislead all of you
till you can twist his balls or her's that what they call cunt..
Am I being too blunt or upfront!..
I have seen many this victims' victims kind.. trying to find some solace of some kind
in either getting the main victim fucked or killed
OR
mislead others at his will... as he/she enjoyed the victims sexual kill... okay spill
What do you think ?You could again pm me

the protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

Alid

Your protagonist has been added to the "encyclopedia of characters". Thank you for being prompt. You are a class act (not that everyone else here isn't).

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Now add to it before I move it to the "encyclopedia". What is his business? How close to the murder is it? Was he there? Could he have seen the first witness? He is NOT a witness, but he may have seen something. When you post your new profile post it in one piece. In other words add the new parts on your computer and put the whole profile here in one piece so I can move it to the "encyclopedia".
Also, everyone check out the encyclopedia. It's posted, on The Stream, as "A Study in Pink: character profiles".

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Alid brought up a good point to me and I hope I don't embarrass him by repeating it.
He thought this workshop was going to be the hardest he's ever done.

I agree.

I think it is the hardest anyone has ever done.
That's why I call it an "experiment". If it fails, we laugh and move on. If it succeeds (even a little) you will see me back here in six months doing it again in another exotic locale.
I'll even ask for suggestions as to where it should be.

(Did you see that? Angels on the edge of a cloud laughing at me. Well... let 'em laugh).

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at the beginning. This Is a horror attempt so perhaps it should begin with either the victim or monster setting the stage. After all, there can't Be a use for witnesses or police until something happens.

The monster is not necessarily our killer. Anyone is suspect including the detective. Anyone.
And yes, I will begin with MY profile who is the victim.
Rula will go next and then my other moderator Barbara if she is ready and willing.
Then we will add our sixteen lines one at a time in order of signing up for the workshop. So the list is above in the syllabus. That is your order. Barbara is out of order because I goofed up.
It's probably going to happen a lot before we are done.
Otherwise get used to that order because we will use it again and again until the story is told (hopefully in a reasonable amount of time).

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As a normal critique, make suggestions (as I did for Alid... and this includes mine) to the profiles as they come in. What other information would be helpful to us?
Then make sure the edited profile is re posted to this thread in one piece, so I can move it in its entirety.

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If you do, you are most welcome. I will add you. Then you need to create a character profile from the "type list" above.
Tell me that you want to be a part, please.

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some guidance will be needed
as I said before
You think my suggestion above holds some water
if it does then I will be that guy
who gives inputs to the victims lies
as in sexual escapades he always flies....
sky high...

Follow the rules first. Choose one of the character types and tell me which one it is, then create a character profile like Alid and I did. Then it will be put on the character profile page.
We'll start writing when all of the principal characters are created (remember, new characters can be created as needed as we write).
I will add you to the list now.
There are limited types left. I have nearly lost track of this already (loose ends... arrgh), but I believe you may choose from
a detective
the antagonist
one suspect
or one or more of the two witnesses (Alid may have inadvertently created one of the witnesses, but not in any detail, so just go for it if you choose these types.
If this does not make sense, say so and I will make it clear

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Did you already tell me who you were going to create? Did I miss that? If not, tell me please.

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on my profile now....had to finish creating a study sheet for my test tomorrow in Human Development....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

but as I said- I'm making this up as I go.
Here is the character profile list as I understand it.

The Victim (Wesley) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
The Protagonist (Alid) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
Detective Number One (Barbara)
Suspect Number One (Carrie)
Suspect Number Two (Rula)
The Monster (Stan)

If this list is wrong or you have told me what character type you have chosen and should be on this list, please tell me so.
As far as I can tell we are waiting on Jess (if he's healthy enough), Ian, Geezer and Loved. Please choose your character types and tell me what they are.

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Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

detective, if that is still open?
Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

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keeping in touch We have poets around the world and it is fun
to have real-time conversations with those that are up
all night or on the other side of the world.
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I'm new to this profile thing but I'll get it.

Here's the character profile list update;
The Victim (Wesley) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
The Protagonist (Alid) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
Detective Number One (Barbara)
Detective Number Two (Geezer) Posted
Suspect Number One (Carrie) Posted
Suspect Number Two (Rula)
The Monster (Stan)

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Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.
He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

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Here's the character profile list update;
The Victim (Wesley) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
The Protagonist (Alid) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
Detective Number One (Barbara)
Detective Number Two (Geezer) Posted
Suspect Number One (Carrie) Posted
Suspect Number Two (Rula) Posted
The Monster (Stan)

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I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.....................

^^Order of characters;^^
Snow (victim)
Rula (suspect 1)
Barbara Writes (detective 1)
Lonlyhrtsclub13 (suspect 2)
Aidzain (the protagonist)
***Weirdelf***
Scribbler (monster)
Ian.T (an antagonist)
Geezer (detective 2)
Loved
Sheba
*************
The profile types are these:****

1. The Victim: (Snow)

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Rula)

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above.
(Carrie)

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them.
And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

This is where we are any character without a name listed by it is available for choosing.
Will everyone please check to see if their character is where it should be in the format. I may have them wrong.

The profile types are these:

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.
Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.
He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.
He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A Squamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Rula)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Carrie)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.
He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them.
And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog
I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

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Carrie did suspect number two.

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Thanks, glad it meets your approval. If all is good you can post to stream. And I'll plug in as they come in my notes. Then you can submit to stream as you wish it.

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I am suspect No. 2
Carrie No. 1

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Wesley wanted the character in order of participants. Since he says you are in second place before Carrie you became one and she two. Does the place matter or to I have you profile by Carrie name. It did hot confusing a bit. If you insist changeing your place spot then okay. I shall straighten it out.

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I think I have all of the posted profiles moved to the character profile thread, but I fear to miss one. Can you help me be sure I have them all before the next one is posted. You are working on yours and Ian is taking the antagonist for this weekend. Sheba has joined. That will leave her the last suspect. She will be late as she has to figure out what's going on in this imbroglio. I don't know who Loved has chosen. She may well be doing a new character profile. My number eleven on the list is The Kid. He/she is a pain in the side of the detectives.
If we have more people join I have five more profiles that can be used.

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I'm on it. I will try to keep it formated iwith everybody it place.

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do we start writing, I am just dying to work on my character more :D

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Then remember, you must use all of the characters as we tell this story.

Everyone... does everyone have a character profile to write? Please tell me if you do not. I need to hear from Sheba (don't panic, don't hurry) and Loved (don't panic, don't hurry). I think both of you are left with the witnesses unless someone else has already chosen one. If that is the case, please tell me. There is a lot of chaos in this, but I knew there would be. Just hang with me. When we start writing... it will probably get wilder.

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It is on The Stream under "Storytelling in Verse: Character Profiles"
We all need to read the profiles and familiarize ourselves with the characters we will be using when we start to write (probably right after the weekend I hope).

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So that we can only click on it
I shall add it after any profile add ed

http://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/study-pink-character-profiles

There are six profiles so far
the victim
the protagonist
suspect no.1
Suspect no.2
Detective no.1
Detective no.2
The monster

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We need Ian, Sheba and Loved. Anyone else?

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I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

I will move it to the encyclopedia. We will begin writing as soon as Ian and Sheba do theirs.

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please post a comment to "Storytelling in Verse: Character Profiles" so you may be updated on this thread.

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Is fun. Can't wait until everyone finds out who Anabel is.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Are you in your right places. Let me know.

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The profile types are these,

It is as Wesley listed them in the beginning of the workshop. I simply copied and pasted what he wrote, then I added the profiles under each character in the order where they fall.

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.

He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.

He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A squeamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Carrie)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Rula)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.

He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them. (Loved)

I am Milford Lowe the richest guy around, next to Horrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American. Settled in UK. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog

I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

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Good as either suspect

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

John Creel I am, this murder is so good for me.
I am the owner of the Grosvenor Hotel
I speak many languages
I am 50 this year and need some muck on that Roy Mackwill
The stinking little shit.
Caused me a lot of problems with the peelers a while back
Now it is payback time
He does so well
Now with this murder on his front step I love it.
I have a grand house just outside the smoke.
My own landau covered of course, this is how I travel to my Hotel when needed
I own a few other seedy places but that is kept a secret.
The people there I shall use to sling dirt at that urchin lover Mackwill
I think a series of notes to throw the police off the track of the real killer will do to start.
It is wonderful what a few coins will do,
Just you wait I have many things to do yet Ha Ha.
Yours John Creel
PS:- you can see I have dressed for the occasion La La

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

The profile types are these,

It is as Wesley listed them in the beginning of the workshop. I simply copied and pasted what he wrote, then I added the profiles under each character in the order where they fall.

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.

He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.

He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A squeamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Carrie)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Rula)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.

He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

John Creel I am, this murder is so good for me.
I am the owner of the Grosvenor Hotel
I speak many languages
I am 50 this year and need some muck on that Roy Mackwill
The stinking little shit.
Caused me a lot of problems with the peelers a while back
Now it is payback time
He does so well
Now with this murder on his front step I love it.
I have a grand house just outside the smoke.
My own landau covered of course, this is how I travel to my Hotel when needed
I own a few other seedy places but that is kept a secret.
The people there I shall use to sling dirt at that urchin lover Mackwill
I think a series of notes to throw the police off the track of the real killer will do to start.
It is wonderful what a few coins will do,
Just you wait I have many things to do yet Ha Ha.
Yours John Creel

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them. (Loved)

I am Milford Lowe the richest guy around, next to Horrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American. Settled in UK. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog. I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

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I think we have all the characters except one the known witness. I think Sheba has that one since she's the only who still has to chose and write her character profile . Welcome Sheba. Others that join late can chose what left if necessary.

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grows hungry. And there are So many potential hosts to choose from...........

an order been determined in which we will post our segments?

I think this is the order since Wesley had it written in this order. I think we'll have to wait on Wesley for the next segment. Sheba has yet to write her character profile.

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is waiting to see who discovers her secret(s) first....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

but if she is daunted we will move ahead. I will PM her. We will use the order of sign up as the order of go.
That means I will go first followed by Rula, then Carrie, Alid, Barbara, Stan, Ian, Geezer, Loved and Sheba.

Here is how it works:
I will begin by writing sixteen lines of poetry (two octets) beginning the story. Rula then will write sixteen lines either following where I left off or changing scenes to introduce something different. Next, Carrie will go, then Alid and so on until every poet has written sixteen lines continuing the story. Then we start the order over again until the tale is told.
The meter and rhyme scheme is up to the individual poet. Anything goes. DO NOT write about your character only, but use all of the ensemble of characters.
When it is your turn, post your sixteen lines to The Stream just like you would a poem. Number your section.
Example: Mine will be entitled "A Study in Pink, section one". Rula's will be "A Study in Pink, section two", Carrie's will be "A Study in Pink, section three" and so on. When we start the order of go over again we will continue the numbering where it left off. This gives Barbara and I the means to move the sections into a central location in order where each participant may read the entire poem as it stands and therefore know where to take it.
After posting the section everyone will comment and critique it. Then the author will edit appropriately and then it will be moved to the main poem thread and become granite.
Be bold. Move the story. Make things happen. When it is your turn the tale is in your hands. You may do as you see fit. The only thing you may not change is what has gone before. Kill characters, make new ones, alter as you deem appropriate, but you MUST USE what has gone before.
Any questions?
I will post my opening section tomorrow.
If I think of anything else, I'll let you know.
Be sure to read all of the character profiles so you know your cast of characters.
When we begin we will be in Exposition, therefore we need to introduce characters and circumstances. Don't be afraid to move into the Complications that will be the bulk of the story, but get things introduced as you do so.
Good luck to us all.

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Can't wait

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to all
all the very best

create ur poetic wealth

Please critique my submission (the beginning of the poem) entitled "A Study in Pink (section one). Rula is next.

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I am up...give me until later tonight as it is Saturday and kids and man are home all day. When they go to bed, I will add my contribution.

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Carrie

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I believe it is up to you now. Introduce some character(s) and set more of the scene.

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We need our detectives, but be careful here. It is 1888. There is no such thing as a motorcycle, although the sci-fi is a good touch. It is a brand new fad.

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Barbara is next. Go get 'em girl.

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I got a story to tell

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Barbara is indeed four, but then Stan should be next. I think Geezer jumped the gun. Stan can you let him and go number seven? Geez, this is getting complicated for my puny mind. Ian, don't go until after Stan please.

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you are after Stan. I hope you check this message. You are number eight and god help me, but my number is coming up fast.

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I have an updated copy of the completed pieces and the new order, I will be OK when my turn it will take a bit of reading though lol,
Take care Yours Ian.T

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Let's put the cops there and have them find a clue. Let it lead to one of our suspects.

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Before I move him to the main thread.

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I'm anxious for my next go round. I hope I can make something work. Find us some clues.
Ian will be next, then Loved.

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You may not have read Stan's blog. He seems to be unwell with a knee ailment, which is why he is very likely to be late in posting his bit.

Regards,

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Sir. Any anticipations?

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Looks like you are too keen for the mystery to be unveiled lol. I am not sure if that would happen so soon...hahaha..

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I bet it all depends on how clever are the detectives :)

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You are right. It would ultimately depend on the prowess of the detectives, yet the murderer is on the run, no one yet knows who or where..

The neighborhood is silent, no one speaks
panic is rife on Fleet street
detectives are kept on the run
looking for clues is no fun

Fitzroy's corpse lies in the morgue
no one knows for how long
Mog's spirit may be lurking there
to prey on anyone who happens that way

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You are totally right.
I like what you composed here. It gave me a smile.

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Good to know it brought on a smile. I guess the scribbles were a fall out of the infectiousness of the Story in Pink :)

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Let's give him a moment and then skip through him this round (though I don't want to skip him at all ever).
This will go as many rounds as it takes to tell the story or everyone gets sick of it. It's not going to happen in a mere three or four rounds I'm guessing, but this is an "experiment". It depends on how fast everyone can start "storytelling" and cranking it along. I'm hoping when my turn comes around I can give everyone an idea of how fast "I" would like to see the story told (faster than fast can be).
Thrills, chills and plot turns suddenly taken.
Ian, can you get ready to take Stan's turn if he needs some real down time?

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posted his submission to the Main Thread. Everyone go there to critique as he's having trouble sitting at the computer and may not get his section moved any time soon.
Ian, go there to read him and then it's time for your submission. Hurry you and Loved, I'm chomping to get my next go round. lol

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Ian fixed Stan, so we have him in poem form (way to go Ian). We need critiques to both Stan's and Ian's. Loved, it's in your park now. Tell us a story based on what has gone before no matter how confusing it is. When you have posted we will begin round two. Everyone remember the order of go. Barbara (my organizational secretary) has posted it in a number of places, most prominently here in the syllabus.

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"Ian fixed stan" lmao. My knees hurt but I far from being "fixed"

I do hope your knee is okay. Glenda hurt hers recently and is still working which means it is not healing.

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But around this part of country getting a cat or dog "fixed" has a different meaning lol. Damned knee is even gonna limit my deer hunting which is not to be tolerated. It will not likely get better without at least some semi-invasive procedure

I have fixed you and noticed that Wesley said his number would be up soon.
It is hard to keep up with everyone, I wonder how he knows his number is up, not bad for a horse whisperer, ROTFLMAO screaming hysterically, those damn men are at the door again I hate white coats, would rather have a swat team,
Love you all Yours Ian

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End of round one. I call that the end of the Exposition. It's time for the Complication to seriously begin. We need character interaction. Ian began that well. Let's continue putting characters with each other and start some "complicating" conversations.
I will begin round two after Loved.
Be bold ladies and gentlemen. On your turn, the story is yours to tell. Start some twists and turns we are not expecting. Get everyone in the character list involved. This is not about "your" character, but rather the ensemble.
Lest I forget... thank you for your efforts in this most challenging of experiments.

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Just a recollection
I am Milford Lowe
The richest guy around, next to Harrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American... Settled in UK... A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru... I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if it’s a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who’d be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

‘’’Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain....’’’!!!

Well you guys hold your horses
As I, Milford Lowe settles my cigar.
you can call me Mlly, twill be okay
Setting my eyes on ma lady's bosom
yeah I saw everything..
Hold on hold on, don't be impatient
Let me enjoy a puff, then I'll tell you everything
Now hear me, secretly and keep it to yourself only.

Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain
without a head! Nah!!! Those guys came in a van, threw a body
without a head, and took Fizzy’s body, who ain't was dead as yet.
The one you all are running about is no Fitzy,
I saw everything from behind the Fleet Street trees
You wanna proof? Yah I know your ilk
I got my bouncer chasing, here have a look at these snaps
This one ain’t the guy, the one who was kidnapped twas Fitzroy .Just stop!

Even though the camera existed in 1888 it was a difficult and cumbersome thing that could not have been used to take photos of the crime scene. Loved you need to change that set of lines to reflect 19th century London.
Sorry, no camera.

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please review
camera buried

but post it on The Stream just like a poem and make sure "section nine" is in the title. We will critique it there.
Interesting storyline. I like it. A political hit? Something else?

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Line breaks are up to the poet. Sixteen lines break them where you will. Is anyone even reading this thread anymore? Or are we wrapped up in the individual threads. Doesn't matter to me as long as my "official pronouncements" are heard.

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It might be good to post to both since some may use one more than others.

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Make sure everyone takes note of Loved's submission. Somehow we have the wrong body, but the cops don't know it yet. Don't know why it was switched. Perhaps to create the false impression that Alabaster Fitzroy is dead when he is not? Faking his own death? Where is the head? Either someone is framing Roy Mackwill or Mog possessed him to start the emotions he will feed upon. Which means Mackwill is our killer, but he doesn't know it. Could be. Maybe not. We are in the complication my friends. Start moving the story in a specific direction. We don't need to introduce anything else but storyline.

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Alid is up. Go get 'em boy and tell some story. Make things happen. Don't merely describe what characters are doing, but rather create "actions".

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I had my heart set on it but had not seen a single post from Ian until he was named as such, Was that done by private message? My antagnonist's motivation is clear- he shares some of the victims proclivities and does not want them exposed.
Otherwise, witness number 2, I would like to suggest perhaps a seedy informant based on "Lonely" from the British TV series "Callan" who earns his nickname from sweating so profusely in fear whilst in the presence of Scotland Yard Detective Number One.

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Perhaps you can help to ease off a little of the tension in the story.

Alid

Ill do my best to create an interesting character and develop the mystery.

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tension is the better half of drama, although I'm wanting to start moving this whole thing to a climax and finish it, but that is up to the "committee".
Jess, if you want in I could never say no to you after all you have done for me. If you want to add your two cents (or pence) then say so and we'll let you go after Loved right before me. You'll need to because my turn is going to shake things up in the direction of a climax, but being only one (as everyone else) I have limited influence and I must follow what has been done already.
Let me know and then help us tie these threads together.

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I guess its just that it has been one helluva ride in the unchartered territory while in poor health which made me more than a little stressed out.lol. That and some of the piling responsibilities here. Some things just happen at work and I'm caught off guard. Let's hope everything will be better soon.

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I am pushing for a complete framing of Mackwill.
The body they think is Fitzroy and the inability of them to identify it more and the disappearance of Mackwill's wife, another body being found would help that of a woman without a head in the canal.
Creel has found a friend (Jesses Character) who seems to be another hater of Mackwill and supplies bodies and it seems he was the one to put the first body outside the hotel, but that's another story lol. Mackwill is going to hang for this in the end and I mean it , Yours John Creel..
I have removed reference to Alex Machette as Jess cant attend so my new edited number 17 is there for you,
Yours Ian.T

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You won't escape, either. lol. Not going to let that evil guy go unpunished. no sir. I'll think of something.

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courageous and innovate

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I think it's mad.
I do so hope you feel better. It seems we have a lot of sick folk here at NeoPoet lately. Barbara, Chrys, Jess and Stan to name but a few.

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When you write poetry, write poetry. When you write critique or suggestions write plain english. Otherwise you are a pretentious wanker.

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This if we don't build on each others' posted sections.
I feel like everyone is ready with his/her part even before reading what is posted on the previous section/part. I don't know, but this is how I feel. We need to keep in mind that this is a "collaborative" work.
I don't know if you agree guys... Anyone?

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It's just that we all have different views on our own character and how this story will go. That is why it's not an easy task to do.

Alid

Waiting to see what comes next...I have nothing prepared until Rula writes her piece. I have ideas but don't form anything until after.

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Storylines according.

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We have ideas for our own characters. We must use all of them. Geezer has Fitzroy running for his life in the night from something with red eyes (sounds like someone Mog has possessed... who is it?). Continue the scene and give the next poet something to add to and not have to change scenes or start over. Geezer has done this. Run with it.
Stan, then Ian, then Loved, then The Elf, then me.

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It is loved's turn now, isn't it?

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Loved's turn.
Then Jess has asked for a go round before me.

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His forte is manipulating other people to do his evil deeds. Those deeds will be revealed as the story unfolds.

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please write for us all a comprehensive character profile, so we all know what to use. Everyone must use the character... not just you and we need data to include Mr. Machette.
Go ahead and post it right here. Everyone should get a gander at it if it's here. It doesn't have to be too long, but we need more information.

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"Story Telling in Verse: A Study in Pink"

you have been added. Please post future submissions into the workshop.
And now without further ado... Jess you're up. We need a character profile on Alex and your submission (section nineteen).

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have to withdraw, please continue without Alex Machette.
I will follow with avid interest though, this is a marvellous concept Wesley.

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participants all... Heed.

We begin round three. I don't want this workshop to be eternal, so...

it's time to get serious about some cataclysmic storytelling.

We are in the late Complication stage careening toward a climax. We want our climax to be huge, so we have to work together.
To that effect:

Don't. Start. Over.

Pick up where the story left off and continue on, preferably at a break neck pace.
Bring all characters to bear. Nothing is off the table. Tell a tale. As I challenged Rula in a private missive I now challenge you.

Be Bold Or Go Home.

You have sixteen lines of poetry. Fill them with so much storyline that the next poet is mildly stressed about keeping up.
I have been pleasantly excited and rather impressed at the involvement level here in the workshop. Between the pace of the submissions and the conversations about what is happening or will or must happen... the workshop has been a far greater success than I imagined it could be.

Everyone, it is time to double down on the enthusiasm level. We WILL NOT continue forever. WE WILL bring this to a close, so knowing that you have limited rounds to contribute your two cents I want everyone to bring it.

It is time to rock and roll.

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''''We want our climax!!!!!!.............SWISHHHHHHHHHHHH
to be huge, WOW ..... so we have to work????(HOW?...........................
together.

Explosive. Big. Swish. Pow.

Okay, it's time for a teaching moment. This is, after all, a workshop and I am its teacher.
First of all, did anyone read my above missive? They are instructions for the rest of the workshop. If you have not read it, please do now.

I will wait.

Ready?

This is for everyone, but particularly Rula, Carrie and Alid who are "in the batter's box" right now in terms of submitting sections.

We talk about the difference between "show" and "tell". These are actual literary terms describing ways of writing. "Show" means to actually be "in the moment" with what the poet is describing. "Tell" means we are describing, in a sense, what has happened. We are not "in the moment".

Please go back and read my last section again. I want you to pay careful attention to two things. First, that the section is all action. The reader is experiencing it as it is occurring not in the past of having happened. Next note the details. I filled the sixteen lines with an immense amount of story "facts".

Fact One: Mog is unwilling to remain in possession of a host when it dies. Likely this is because he will be destroyed himself should this occurs (hint, hint).
Fact Two: When he is possessing someone he is incredibly fast. "Faster than the eye can see" is very fast indeed.
Fact Three: Anabel did not actually die. It was only inferred. We left the scene with her alive and facing the possessed detective.
Fact Four: There is something mystical about Anabel as well as Mog. When he killed Fitzroy he "let her have full rein". Anabel killed Fitzroy, not Mog.

Do you begin to see my method of storytelling? I may be only a moderately talented poet (I am), but I am an excellent storyteller.
One of my instructions was to not "begin again" and yet in their way both Rula and Carrie began again. They did what everyone has done and that is switch to a new scene about "their" character (this is not true in all cases, but is for the most part).
I gave everyone a dynamic (meaning it moved... it was not static [which means it did not move]) moment that demanded to be continued in the same pace. Of course it also lends itself to another scene change, but that isn't what I asked for.

Now I'm going to ask for something a little bold on "my" part. I would like Rula and Carrie to both write their sections over and attempt what I instructed. To pick up the scene where it is and continue on toward a climax. I hope to have one in place by the end of this round. Don't start again with a new scene. Remember my facts and continue the story from exactly where it left off. No pause. Who knows, maybe Anabel finds a way to kill Urilla and Mog inhabits some drunk around the corner to save his life. Maybe Anabel just escapes. Maybe Creel is the one around the corner. Maybe Fizroy turns into a small nuclear device and detonates killing the Queen.

The rules are yours save for where you start. Continue on and let's "show" some story and not merely "tell". Let's be in the moment and allow the reader to experience the events AS THEY ARE OCCURRING.

Alid get ready. Consider it a challenge of your writing skills. You joined the workshop to learn something new. Well, here is the something new for everyone. Everyone consider it a Challenge. I wrote a limerick, so you can write "in the moment".

Be Bold Or Go Home.

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I did not begin again. I gave a very distinct clue about where to find the head, I picked up where it was left off and inferred that anabel was dead. My clue can lead to climax and the end if someone would just go find that damn head....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Leave it as is depending on what Rula does. She may or may not rewrite. It's truly up to the two of you regardless of what I invite.

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your last section sir and here your instructions again and again. I am willing to try and to come up with what storytelling is if you just give me some time. I am with my husband at the hospital for another surgery today, but I am trying while watching him while he's sleeping.
Appreciate your all patience friends.

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I am trying to inject one last gasp of enthusiasm before everyone becomes terminally bored, but I am most certainly not in a hurry.
I'm sure Alid won't mind waiting a bit.
Think of your section as a motion picture. We want to be right in the think of things and not have it described to us after the fact.

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With the haze here, I get frequent headaches and my sensitive nose is troubling me. Giving Rula time also means giving myself time to recuperate.

Alid

There is no absolute hurry to end this mighty task, each of has to write our piece as we see the one before us write theirs.
It will be completed as soon as.
Rula has important things to do and the others can prepare by reading the whole previous story, this one may be delayed but the wait will be worth it.
All of you go well and take care, Yours Ian.T

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I'm here always something. Dentist soon. New meds colestreol high. Meds adding up.
Otherwise I running for the climax here

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Everyone is beat up. I won't bother anyone with my aches and pains then.
Glad to see the involvement is still here for now. Please read my instructions for the continuation and I hope to see some truly outrageous storytelling.
As Loved said: Ssshh, whip, bam, pow.

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what a wonderful idea this was. would have loved to have participated but other issues ate up my time perhaps next time round

Chrys
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)

and this is fucking amazing!
I am intrigued by the process, the plot, the form and all. Which are all exceeding, quite frankly, my highest expectations.
Am following closely.

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as reader/recorder at which stage you feel it it ready to do so.
Also to anyone involved, especially those for whom Victorian English might not be easy, I would be glad to record your works and post them privately if you wish.

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Rula's rewritten section is in the comment section of her previous submission. Please to critique said new section.
Carrie will have to do a mild rewrite as some of her section may not be viable anymore due to Rula's changes. As soon as she brings it up to date it will be Alid's turn again.

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Can Rula post here? It's far too confusing for me to hunt down her post. I may never find it. I did see Carrie post here 'Annabel '

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Oh wow I have a story to write. I' wait till it hits main thread granite before I form the story. . I surely forming the storyline but need to see Rula rewite in comment before I can make a complete idea.

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it has been posted for all to read. I hope I am on the right track and someone will take this and run towards the climax and end....

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Thanks.

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After wrestling with my computer's problems, I managed to post my part for the workshop.

Alid

I hope that everyone will take my instructions to heart and roar this thing to a climax we can all be afraid of.
When I have something that resembles a close I reserve the right to write the resolution, then I will open it up to anyone who wants to write some epilogues though they are by no means required. I know everyone is exhausted by this time.
I can't believe the kind of participation this workshop has garnered. It is bigger than I ever imagined it could be. I don't know if that's a good thing, but it sure as hell is big.

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Stars, white clouds takes Urilla's breathe, not so dead.
her fingers twitched, unaware to Annabel, Mog is alive.
Upon Annabel's horse, Urilla's soft black hair sway in the wind.
Red eyed, she rose from unconsciousness, mistook for dead,
Annabel impaled soon thrown from horse into a ravine
flowing red, volcanic, ash. Her trophy of heads in a cellar
at foot of a restless mountain, uncovered.
Game over "off with their heads" has come to an end.

Mog for centuries, knower of all secrets, fully possesses Urilla, unaware.
She rides like the wind into the sunrise toward the mountain side.
There she gathers all the heads upon the horse to match bodies piled up
at the morgue to solve headless cases. Annabel fooled many of her true anonymity.
Detective Guy French, whom did great detective work, uncovered her lies, now dead by her.
Fitzroy ran when he saw Mog in Annabel's eyes as she spoke to Guy French at the tavern
that day. She killed him as he dugged deep into her past.
Alabaster Fitzroy, found dead, missing head not his body, now dead.
The body behind the restaurant, with no head, is Arnold Winter.

Partners in crime, Annabel and Fitzroy took Arnold Winter's body from a morgue.
Put his head in a cellar, place his body on Fleet Street to fake Fitzroy's death
whom she killed before taking me on a death ride.
Macwell wife is gone, who knows where? His hotel has no customers.
Scary tales about Mog has done its damage. John Creel's hotel booming with business.
Mog enters Macwell. Eyes glowing red rage,suddenly snaps plans John Creel's demise.
Officers at precinct questioned Milford Lowe. He's the rich guy who witness the murder.
He thinks it all a conspiracy. Soon after, Urilla appeared with heads in tote, told the story.
Investigation into Annabel's criminal fetish for heads without a body, underway.

Urilla's inner faith, served her well. Macwill's fruiti tutti is rather tasty.
In red, high heel boots wearing a red, silk, knee length dress she jumped on her new
horse and rode off into the sunset toward home dripping blood from her long head.
Meanwhile, a fight is brewing between Macwell and Creel. Creel's temporary prosperity
is overshadowed with doom. Macwell is pissed and Mog sees his rage. Urilla jerks on
her horse, free from Mog makes it home. Taken to hospital by shaken neighbors.
Mog races through time as he senses a new feeding ground of blood and gore

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Geezer, Stan, Ian and loved I think in that order is next

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This workshop is nothing if not fluid.
I had not given the green light for more lines, but let Carrie slide because I had required a rewrite from her.
However, let's do this.
I'm going to let everyone loose to write "as many lines as they need". Please control yourselves. This will be the last round with Carrie having started it. This means I'm going to ask Rula and Alid to write our epilogues. No one else. We need to wind it down far enough that "I" will write our resolution. So everyone, this is your last go.

As many lines as you need within reason.
I will write a resolution on my turn.
Rula and Alid will each write an epilogue (I will discuss what an epilogue must consist of and its purpose in more detail in a little bit... don't panic you two... its easier than you think and should be fun as it lets you kind of loose to create loose ends).

I'll post this also in the various threads so everyone gets a look at it.
If there are any questions post them in the syllabus thread, so everyone can be privy to it.

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So I am done with my part of the work shop? That is a little sad since this was so much fun but I know all good things must come to an end. I appreciate you letting me slide and that is why I mentioned it in my comments under my last section that it was ok with you prior to me writing, that I didn't violate any rules. I tried to keep it simple and not out of control :)

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

I'm glad this is winding down.
I'm exhausted.
Since Carrie did not really know that she could write in a truly expanded form and due to the fact that she comes between Rula and Alid I'm going to allow her to write an epilogue as well.
Everyone else use the new expanded format to move the story to a climax.
Barbara, who is next? Is this Stan's go?

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you are putting up instructions for the epilogue? I will need some guidance but am glad I have Rula to follow.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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the syllabus

Keep Writing,
Carrie

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"Find a Workshop" on the Workshop tab. Go to our workshop and you will find both submissions and syllabus. Click on syllabus and go to the bottom. There you will find a description of an epilogue. If you have further trouble finding it come back and tell me.

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(silly me) this here is the syllabus thread. You're on it.
Which bothers me because my description is not here. I will rectify that now.

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An epilogue or epilog is writing at the end of a piece of literature. It can be a final chapter revealing the various fates of characters in the tale or a sequel of sorts hinting at stories yet to come. It must be in the fashion of the previous story and not the voice of the author (or in our case: authors). That is considered an “afterword”.
Rula and Alid are writing the epilogues. You may use it to tie up loose ends or actually create them unresolved.

The epilogue does not need to follow directly after the end of the story and in fact can be set many years or generations later. It is also a possible opportunity for characters to speak openly to us about their activities in the story.

Mog could tell us about his beginnings, Mackwill could share his emotions about being used by Mog. The heads could talk. Anabel could discuss her “mystical” nature. Most anything is acceptable so long as it does not continue the story unabated. It must, of course, concern the characters of the story.
Remember, the story as it has been told is over. This is a tying up or unraveling of loose ends.

Look to the story proper and see what has not been “finished” and consider that as the subject of your epilog, though it need not be. This is for you to produce and the rules are yours.
As there will be two epilogues (perfectly acceptable) it is important that they do not repeat themselves. Therefore Alid must broach a slightly different perspective than Rula.

Again, if you’ve questions don’t hesitate to ask. This is a learning opportunity, this workshop, and in the midst of all the chaos I have attempted to help the participants delve into waters unknown in hopes to come to dry land with new thoughts and new perspectives.

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my epilogue as a time of reflection for Anabel, I like the concept of the talking heads as it would be something only she could see and hear. Could use it as an opportunity to see inside the mind of a killer...let everyone walk through his/her mind.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Remember, keep it short in the tradition of epilogues.

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I just have to figure out how to word it. Thank you. Just wanted to make sure I was keeping within the rules.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

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about mine, but I trust I should wait the rest to post. Am I getting it right sir ?

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I have sent him a message and he has not responded. I think he has had some agenda difficulties. I hope that's all it is. If he goes too long I will ask the next poet to step in. It's time to close this workshop. We have other work to do. Learn, learn, learn.
Barbara, when does Geezer go?

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It's geezer go now. He is after me. Then I think it's Stan. Then Ian. Then loved. In that order.

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I haven't seen Gee's input to the story as number 24 then Stan's turn followed by myself, Ian.T, and then Loved.
Has Gee dropped out ????
Yours Ian.T

Alid--22
Barbara,-- 23
Geez,--24
Stan--,25
Ian, --26
Loved--27
W. H. Snow to start closing the story if he can lol

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If he wants to add his last section I will let him put it wherever he wants to pick it up at. We need to shut this experiment down, so other workshops can begin.
Everyone should get excited... Jess is going to run a new shop.

Stan is twenty four, you are twenty five, so you need to renumber your title and add it to the workshop. It doesn't show up in the workshop submissions and I only found it by accident. I can't locate it.

Loved see if you can close this thing out for everyone in your own inimical style.
Then I will try to write some sort of resolution leaving three epilogues for Rula, Carrie and Alid.
Then I will go lie down with a cold compress on my head.

I need a drink.

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Mad dash to a climax.

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and a shot of Tres Cuatro Y Cinco or other preferred top shelf liquor]
You've earned it, you deserve it, your genius is inimicable.
(why is the spell checker telling me inimicable should be inimitable? I'm sure I have read and used this word for years. Inimimicable?)

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I've had trouble with that word too. I should check my Dictionary.

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My Oxford says inimical: having the disposition or temper of an enemy (and much more of course).
I've clearly been abusing a word. Don't look for me until I've done a complete brain refit for penance. [grins]

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That catches me by surprise. That is not what I thought the damn word meant. My Dictionary.com Word of the Day has let me down again. I shouldn't have to look this stuff up myself. It should be given to me without having to ask.
Heads will roll.

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I had originally planned to write it myself, but since Ian has such a grasp of the storyline I have asked him (I hope nicely enough) to write the resolution for me. I think he is much better prepared to do so. I'm waiting for him to say yay or nay. If he doesn't want the responsibility, then I will write the resolution. It should not interfere with anyone's epilogue. They should be completely separate works dealing with a perspective drawn up by the author. They need not compliment one another, so there is no reason not to begin work on them and even post them. The resolution will simply bring the loose ends together into a cohesive whole.
Write them and post them.

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I've posted my epilogue. Now waiting your feedbacks.

Alid

I am so sorry I've been away for few days. My house is a mess after some painting work. I've been unconnected for some time. I hope I can come tomorrow to read everybody. I shall try to do something with my epilogue.
Hope I haven't disappointed anyone here, ESPECIALLY the Boss. :)

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It's not in your DNA.
Don't hurry this is the end. We're not rushed at all. In fact, I have a sense of relief and calm that has me nodding off as I write this. Go read (if you haven't yet) Ian's resolution that he was so kind to write for me. It's already on the Main Thread at the bottom.
Remember also, the epilogues do not have to connect. They can come from completely different perspectives.

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for understanding.
Have just posted my epilogue. It took a while to digest the whole thing and to write something completely new.
It was definitely an honor for me to be a moderator in such a distinguished workshop.
Working as a team was something though not easy, yet of great value and worthy to experiment.
Again thanks all for being so co-operative and patient.

I also want to especially thank Raj for his comments all through the workshop and his invaluable thoughts and comments though he wasn't an active participant.

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Thank you for the opportunity to learn more about storytelling in poetry form. Though it being a collaborative work and gave me some headaches at times, it is an eye opener for me on a different type of poetry.

Alid

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Wesley, Rula & Barbara,

Under Wesley's guidance and leadership and with due support and assistance of Rula & Barbara, the WS has come to fruition, which was innovative conceptually, creative and extremely challenging given the difficulty in coordinating with the unfolding myth with which each participant had to interface their portion in a sequential order and keep the story winding, certainly an achievement big time.

All other participants,

In spite of the complexities summarized above, your wholehearted participation is really praise worthy. I/m sure you have set an example of what a team effort can achieve in spite of the fact that each participant is unique in his or her way in terms of individual skills, creativity, power of imagination, etc. and yet could piece together a mysterious story, performing various roleswhile keeping the readers on the edge..

Hearty Congratulations to all!!!!!!..

raj (sublime_ocean)

May your words be an aspiration to all in their learning journey.

Alid

Thanks this was an undertaking I enjoyed being a part of. Wesley experiment was a joy that taught me a lot about storytelling. I hadn't any knowledge before now.

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Epilogue 4
This has been a trying time
many heads without bodies in the city
and horrid rumors of Mog intertwine
Macwell's hotel up in flames
murdered by Creel lacking pity.

Creel's murder trial is underway
in court I’ve testified under oath
evidence and facts on display
in an affidavit I wrote.

Off on an adventurous trip to America
to write a memoir this horror—murder case
had enough of this town and its headless murders
Sure glad mog scare was just a hoax to save face

In the stockyard of London
now back to normal.

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A very good epilogue write, now that's it.
Just a quick one, the fire was at Mackwill's hotel then he went to Creels Hotel where he was brutally murdered..
Take care out there and have a great day,
Yours, Ian

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