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...?)
A miners’ pick whizzed past Aisha’s head.
If she had intended to escape from too many observers, then she had jumped from the frying pan right into the fire.
When her eyes had become accustomed to the gloom of the cave (lit only by miners’ lamps), she found SEVEN pairs of eyes – with expressions ranging from bashful to grumpy – looking back at her.
Jon and Jane, having parted company with their boxing friends and their bruised egos, had caught up with Aisha and lingered at a distance in accordance with a well brought up zombie's manners. Suddenly aware of a plethora of eyes, Aisha took a breath a dived under the surface and through the hidden entrance of a cave where she hoped for a moment's more respite from her bizarre company. Little light filtered through from outside and her eyes did not adjust until it was almost too late.
[How could you DO that to me, W? You weren’t even drinking last night!]
“Some of them haven’t been used yet… at least, not so much. Let’s see… here’s one where you can read most of it…”
But the dwarf had turned away in disgust.