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...?)
It didn’t take much (a jab to the solar plexus, a twisted arm, and a veiled reference to his “eggs”) for Jane to persuade Jon that the right, the correct, the only place to be was, in fact, inside the gypsy caravan, where he – with even less hesitation – played the host and offered the assembled company “a taste” of Robbie’s hooch.
Mr. Jonson asked if he might have a chalice of communion wine; Mr. Carroll was content (if that’s the right word) to settle in a corner with his opium pipe; but Messrs. [Jon] Abercrombie and Adams and Ms. Austen made up for the lack of participation on the part of these two deviants (from a strictly drinking point of view) and the remaining hooch was soon no longer remaining.
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“The three As,” giggled Jon: “Alcoholics Anonymous of Albania!”
[Spot into the into typo into]
By virtue of her relentless verbosity, the loquacious Jane had bored the pitiable agent quite unconscious, used her mystical zombie strength the free herself from chains and was currently leading a daring escape with her fellow deceased and much less articulate zombie author prisoners. Whether by chance, predestination or complicated plot, it was into this limpy gang that Jon ran into as he fled.