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...?)
[Ms. Austen wishes to amend "served beverages of an alcoholic nature" to "served beverages of an intoxicating nature".]
There was, indeed, a hostelry which served beverages of an alcoholic nature but a short distance to the rear of our two marsupial acquaintances, and thither they hastened in anticipation of refreshment and genial company.
“My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company,” remarked Miss Ada as they made their entrance into the inn.
“Do not you bethink yourself that you have earlier expressed that very same reflection?” queried her substantially irked passenger.
Meanwhile… “Here, Wombo, just hand us out that bundy: it’ll get me through another two clicks, then I’m ready for the Matilda.”
The professor rummaged about in the kangaroo’s pouch for the bottle of rum requested, but found no such item.
“It’s gone walkabout, Red; chuck a yewy: I think I saw a waterhole just back there.”