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Guess the Plot

Hound in Blood and Black

1. When 5th grader Sindy Snowden arrives for her second day at school everything is really freaky. She soon realizes that's because her teacher opened a portal to a cartoon world and was replaced by Huckleberry Hound.

2. Louie is the last werehound in Nashville. He spends most of his time listening to old Elvis tunes, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes, brooding over the past. Except, of course, when the moon shines and he goes crazy chasing cats and rabb

Cartoon 388

Caption: Anon.

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Guess the Plot

Honor Bound

1. Vesper Fitzhawke swore an oath to the new King of England, and is now honor-bound to marry a Scotsman! What was she thinking? Will she honor her oath or will she fall in with Odo the malevolent bishop?

2. Christy never wanted an arranged marriage, even if it is to the elf prince. She doesn't believe in this "fate bound" nonsense everyone is gushing, so she resolves to run away. Can she find true love amongst the magic and sorcery of the enchanted woods?

3. The six girls

Cartoon 387

Caption: Faceless Minion

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Writing Exercise Results . . .

. . . are in the posts below. The task was to write a scene involving Evil Editor and Good Editor, the latter having been transported from an alternate universe.[image error]

Evil Vs. Good 7

Evil Editor glowered at his counterpart over the mounds of typescript. "Just look at it," he snarled. "There must be enough here for a dozen books."

"Well," said Good Editor with a wry smile, "we can't fault the author for lack of enthusiasm."

"We can fault him for his sloppy plotting," Evil Editor growled. "This storyline veers all over the place like a drunk on roller skates. And how many characters are there? I've lost count."

"True," murmured Good Editor, "the book is certainly as well-populate

Evil Vs. Good 6

"So you're saying I should just string Anon along, then, make him wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, make him think for a while he really is a writer, you know, possibly commenting on his comments as though they were intelligible and meaningful, get him to send in an opening, maybe even a query letter if he's actually written a novel and isn't only a poseur - then ZAP, BLAM, KAPOWIE - Writer dreaming, sunk on a big thick stick, sunk deep into the sludge that is the slush piles we both know a

Evil Vs. Good 5

EE: "This one's worse than the last. It's like reading a kidney bean sandwich. On stale rye."

GE: "You just picked it up, EE. You didn't even have time to read the first sentence."

EE: "I would have, GE, if the first sentence had actually been a sentence."

GE: "I always read at least three chapters. It's the least I can do after a writer puts her faith in me."

EE: "Interesting. I seldom read past the third sentence. I wonder which of us ends up buying more manuscripts from the slush."

GE: "I've never

Evil Vs. Good 4

Good Editor picked up the top page of a manuscript. "Last one? Karma's on my side tonight."

Evil Editor grabbed the page from Good and slammed it onto the desk. "Don't touch that, you'll disturb the microbes."

"But, there's an author somewhere who's bled out his soul to produce what a blind earthworm might term writing." Good pried Evil's fingers away.

"His soul would have been of more use donated to the IRS." Red light shot from Evil's eyes but was deflected by the wholesome glow surrounding Good.

Evil Vs. Good 3

Evil Editor and Evil Editor both woke within seconds of each other in a stark room wrapped in sickly-colored mirrors. Both groped habitually (for their missing spectacles) and both were certain that a cruel hoax had been perpetrated on them by some fiendish power.

Evil Editor was sitting in a folding chair and his tidy appearance had been disrupted by someone’s going-through of his pockets. His creased-at-the-cleaners trousers had floppy rabbit ears and this astounded him far more than seeing his