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...?)
“HERE YOU!” shouted one of the furry-footed drinkers, “who-er you calling a rabbit?!”
Chairs, glasses, bottles, salad, and chips started flying; and in less time that it would take you to recite the Magna Carta backwards there was no one left standing except for the two Aussies and a barmaid.
At least: those were the only VISIBLE ones left standing.
The barman came over with three bowls of chips and a salad, eyed up the company with a smirk and said ' Ey up, wurz the rabbi then?'
Sitting around a corner table in the pub (and trying to wash away the nasty side-effects of being suddenly transported there [sans fish, sans boots] by a Djinn – who may or may not make further appearances in this saga) were four (4) hairy-footed shorties (two of them drenched), one (1) dwarf, one (1) elf, and two (2) men. Unknown to them, they were on their way to meet their maker.
When the two (2) Australians had ordered drinks at the bar and approached the corner table, you could have cut the testosterone with a knife.