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...?)
[Oh Lord! She's back! At least she seems to have sobered up a little. If that's any improvement...]
While Miss Margaret was perusing the lamentable condition of the beflowered footwear that had been intended for her particular and exclusive usage, the mathematics scholar with a weakness for opium was doing his own perusing.
He had on occasion made photographic studies of Miss Alice Liddell dressed as a Gypsy girl.
And here before him was a score of actual Gypsy girls...
"Oy, what do you mean, Missus, mincing about in my Mad Mountain Maggie's wellies?" rumbled Robbie.
Now, Aisha was NOT the sort to mince (neither about nor her words), but wasn't that a nice bit of alliterative creation?
Meanwhile, Mad Mountain Maggie was making meaningful moves, merely millimetres from becoming a volcano.
But they were interrupted - and their escape was thwarted - by the arrival of the Gypsies. Surely you haven't forgotten THAT thread?!
As the sage once said: "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to write a saga!"