The default setting in Q&As is "Recent". However, by clicking on "Popular", I came across this (the most popular thread ever on this forum, with 88 replies):
https://www.writersandartists.co.uk/question/view/192
It seems to have fizzled out some years ago, but I thought that I might revive the idea for a new generation of users on this forum.
NEW RULE: To prevent total hijacking, each entry may be a MAXIMUM of THREE (3) sentences!
Even when this thread disappears from the most recent page(s), please keep it in mind and return to it again and again. Let's see if we can write a novel-length work of beauty and originality! At least set a new record for thread length.
Obviously, styles will change. Genres may also do so. I will try my best to keep it from sliding into a Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter OR Twilight clone. (THAT's a gauntlet thrown down for some of you fanatics! This could be fun!)
p.s. If it's interesting, I'll ask others at La Gr@not@ if we can publish it. Prepare your CVs!!!
I'll begin:
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Aisha wiped the mud out of her eyes before plunging her head in the almost-freezing mountain stream.
"That Jon!" she muttered (filling her mouth with water, the rash girl), "He'll pay for this!"
Shaking her head caused myriad waterdrops to fly out from her long, red hair.
(to be continued...?)
At this point, the Djinn (muttering “no rest for the wicked”) appeared in a puff of dry-ice effect (no smoke allowed in pubs) and whisked the whole kit and caboodle – marsupials, fellow shippers [sic], bar staff, collaterally damaged boozers, Uncle Tom Cobley and all – off to Stonehenge, “before they get into any more mischief”.
At least, all of those that were VISIBLE. One traveller, not being able to twist a ring off his finger, remained unnoticed and therefore was left behind.
[Ms. Austen - chained to a desk or not - is by-passing my proofreading AND my permission to usurp my turn in this project. I have to point the following out:
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste it's [sic] fragrance on the desert air."
I'm afraid that it's now too late to take the seminar on how to write like Jane Austen. ;p]
(Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste it's fragrance on the desert air.)
“The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it;”remarked the professor, “and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
“Angry people are not always wise,” agreed his sanguine companion. – from the pen of Miss Jane Austen