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...?)
(Read the instructions and consult your doctor, pharmacist, or literary agent. In the last case, remember that [s]he will charge you 15% of your cocoa supplies.)
It is a universally little-known fact that gypsies do NOT – generally speaking – enjoy being robbed… and our recent robbee was no exception to the norm.
Dear Reader, are you getting dizzy with all this leaping around from one scene to another and the ever-shifting cast of characters? I know that I am, and I’m going to share with you my little tip for retaining balance: I sit back in a comfy armchair with a steaming hot mug of Hu Karezzzzzzzzzz Cocoa®. Hu Karezzzzzzzzzz Cocoa® – the only cocoa with added barbiturates!
As the three scoured Wikipedia for the location of the popular author's remains, Aisha and Jon were well on their way to Stonehenge - having wrestled a decent horse and caravan from a passing gypsy (curses schmurses). Aisha took a much needed nap in the back while Jon held the reins and pondered his unsuccessful taste in ladies, soothed by the scent of heather and other stereotypes. He was certainly glad to be out of the dwarf infested mountain country and one step closer to a hairdryer for his legs.