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...?)
“Don’t you ‘Aisha, dearest’ me… after slinging mud in my eyes!” she spat at him.
The scrub python (Morelia amethystina amethystina), rebuffed in such an UNFLATTERING way, had taken severe umbrage (after all, was not she [bloody hell! – now she’s got ME doing it!] particularly popular among reptile enthusiasts, noted for her coloration and size?), and decided to teach this upstart human a lesson she would not soon forget.
Ignoring the prostrate, whimpering Jon, the 7-metre-long snake (far above average for her species, but shorter - by 20 cm - than the title holder officially recognised by the Guinness Book of World Records [a fact that did nothing to improve her temper]) began to slither up Aisha’s legs.
STOP PRESS!!! I have just uploaded the whole shebang (up to the present) onto a "shared" work, to make it easier for everybody to read right from the beginning. I have done some editing (and will do more + additions), so if anybody is dissatisfied with what I've done (with your own contribution) or if you want further editing, please leave a comment there.
The page is https://www.writersandartists.co.uk/profile/emilie-van-damm/work/57ccc0f4387140b07f8b4569
Or you can click on my name and then on the "shared works" button in my profile.
Jon, being – as they used to say in Private Eye – “very tired and emotional”, decided that this was no time to allow himself to be tired, so he’d better concentrate on emotional, and see if that helped at all. He didn’t need to fall on his knees as he was already lying down, so he crawled over and began covering Aisha’s feet with kisses: not a pleasant penance, as she’d just been jogging 2km in the shoes of a zombie.
“Aisha, dearest!” he began to sob, but she cut him short.