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...?)
One might have expected the kangaroo, spiffly or not, to humiliate the gentle Austen but those of the undead persuasion inevitably and spontaneously develop impressive martial arts skills and Jane finished of Red with a devastating high kick - low kick - elbow strike combination that would put Bruce Lee ro shame.
(As my software is quite secure, I am unaware how Ms Austen phrased her undoubtedly witty victory speech).
“Corming to narsty oop de ribber, an dey lurks lark spetchally doirty fawks!” muttered the frog, when suddenly one of the group disappeared!
“Bleedin’ Mordor: I TOLD you to stop mucking about with that thing!” shouted one of the tall ones.
Meanwhile (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!) downstream, Aisha, soaking her cares away, little suspected the pollution that was about to disturb her bathing.
Fasten your seatbelts and hold on to your hats, Dear Readers, because first we have Aisha, who wandered through sun-sprinkled shadow for half an hour until she came to a bend in the mountain stream, which, at this bend, had widened and deepened into a seductive swimming hole.
Meanwhile (WHOOOOOOSH!), back in the clearing, Red Ada was challenging Jane Austen to 3 ½ rounds of kick-boxing.
At the same time (WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!), at the site of the beginning of this saga, a certain tree-frog was suspiciously eyeing a band composed of furry-footed shorties, an out-and-out dwarf, and 3 taller bipeds, which was making its way towards the stream.