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...?)
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.
[LADLES AND JELLYBEANS: WE ARE IN THE TOP 10! And this entry will break the 3-way tie for 8th place…]
“Besides,” hissed Aisha back at the antipodean reptile, “I’ll thank you to mind your own bizzo (as you Orstr-eye-lians say). In your own lingo: rack off hairy legs! This boy is MY meat!”
[short and sweet!]