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...?)
Once Aisha was back in the water, the peeping CIA agent camouflaged himself as a snake, slithered up to her pile of clothes, and – after sniffing in their heady aroma – took possession of both the poster and Aisha’s jotting down of the URL, before slithering back to his hidden vantage point.
“Might be subversive material, you never can tell. Constant vigilance is a small price to pay for Democracy, Decency, and The American Way Of Life.”
The first piece of flotsam to reach Aisha’s swimming-hole was a handbill with a photo of beribboned baby shoes at the top. Underneath (Aisha read): “Contribute to a flash-fiction anthology for a good cause: see http://thebabyshoesproject.weebly.com/ for more details.”
She rushed to her pile of clothes on the riverbank, to grab a pen and copy down the URL before the paper disintegrated.
Meanwhile, back in the clearing, Jon was having a change of heart. It was all very well to fall in love with a strong woman… even if she WAS a zombie. It was an entirely different matter to get entangled with one who could beat you to a pulp in half a round.