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...?)
[How could you DO that to me, W? You weren’t even drinking last night!]
“Some of them haven’t been used yet… at least, not so much. Let’s see… here’s one where you can read most of it…”
But the dwarf had turned away in disgust.
[Violating the secrecy of BOTH the voting booth AND our personal life, I announce that - tired after a night of crazy dancing with Jimmy (and if you've seen Jimmy and me dancing, you'll know what I mean: for SHAME that OAPs should disport in this fashion!) - I made the mistake of "thumbing down" Emilie's last comment when I MEANT to "thumbs up" it! Emilie is still sleeping off the effects of a large consumption of certain liquids, but I hope that she'll forgive me when the hangover subsides.]
With his vigilant eye constant on the lithe, nubile, wet body of the subject under surveillance, he added: “and it’s a price that I, as a patriotic citizen, am willing to pay.”
Meanwhile (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH), back upstream, the dwarf had finished beating the crap out of one of the furry-footed smalloids for having thrown his handbill into the current.
“Worry not: I picked up a dozen of them when I ran out of toilet paper,” reassured one of the taller in the fellowship.