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...?)
Jane would live, sorry - unlive, to regret that thought as her demonstrably evil literary agents unceremoniously scooped her up and dragged her away to fulfil her malevolent purpose, her reason for unbeing.
Meanwhile, Aisha had spotted a ravishing pair of boots on one of the dwarves (slight heel, maroon leather, plenty of buckles) and was assessing likely weapons. Unlike the rapidly departing Jane, speaking was not her strongest negotiation tool.
[Holy shit! I just had a really good bit to add here, but Jane bleedin’ Austen’s hacked my e-mail again. She’s calling for help… in her own snooty fashion.]
Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries, dies, or stands undressed while surrounded by eight members of the opposite sex, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.
But my tresses – often remarked upon as my most attractive feature – are becoming more and ever more entangled in aquatic plants, and I fear that if someone do not soon come to my aid, I shall be most discomforted.
Jon shook the water out of his ears just in time to hear one of the dwarves saying: “Now, you boys turn your heads the other way. It’s alright for me to look: I’m a doctor.”
“Don’t let him kid you, Lady: we just call him Doc because he wears glasses.”