It’s great to have a wonderfully wacky group of writerly friends sharing the same cabin for another month of mischief, cheer-leading and writing!
So, for the first lines of this month’s project, “After the Chaos”:
A thin ribbon of red flowed down the professor’s neck as the students looked on, too stunned to move, and too inexperienced to act.
“Can we resolve this,” the professor asked looking to the class. “Without any more bloodshed, I mean?”
The first response was the wrong response.