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...?)
So, bearing down on Aisha and Jon are a sightseeing kangeroo and co., a man and his mountain, two slimy literary agents (one stayed behind to watch the shop) and a soon to be ressurected J.R.R. Tolkien - (coincidentally, the deed must be done at Stonehenge). Aisha is busily digging holes by moonlight while Jon grooms his lustrous leg locks and sings a couple of ditties drinking Robbie's stash of moonshine under a slightly blurrier moonlight. Below the ground, something ancient is waiting to be discovered.
[WHOOOOOOSH!] Had Aisha been more observant, she might have noticed that the daisy-decorated wellies were not only new: they were brand new… or at least they HAD been before she’d scuffed them up and scoured mud into the scuffmarks (and the cotton-weave lining).
She might possibly also have noticed (but hadn’t) that the caravan was a bachelor’s [mobile] residence.
What she couldn’t possibly have known was that the daisy-decorated wellies had been meant as a gift of love for Robbie’s sweetheart, Mad Mountain Maggie (“Mountain” because of her size: not her domicile; while “Mad” had two meanings, both of them at times applicable).
[Congratulations to Victoria Fielding for bringing this thread up to tied-for-most-popular on this forum! And to Wilhelmina Lyre for scoring the tiebreaker!
At this point, it might be of some merit to remind readers and potential contributors that they might find the following translation tool to be useful (in both directions): http://www.koalanet.com.au/australian-slang.html ]
Unknown to Ms. Kangaroo and Prof. Wombat, they were carrying a stowaway: one of the CIA operatives [not the one dealing with Ms. Python] had camouflaged herself as Prof. Wombat’s wraparound sunglasses, which gave him an unusually pro-Yank outlook… as well as increasing his testosterone levels.
Red Ada (twice Victoria’s regional champion in kick-boxing) was feeling depressed after her thrashing by the puny-looking Jane Austen: “Strewth, ya Bastard, but that was a boil-over, wasn’t it?”
“Bloody oath!” replied her [acknowledged] passenger, “but she’ll be apples, Red: we’ll just invade the country and restore decent value systems.”