Ok Girls, (and Boys, of course),
This is an idea I've been thinking about for alittle while now.
We've probably all heard the saying, that everyone has at least one book in them, but, like me, we may not have tried to let our "creative juices" flow, for many different reasons.
Maybe a lack of confidence that we could get started, and stick at it, or not being able to work out a "plot" that would maintain interest through-out the whole story! Or for thousands of other reasons!
So, this is my idea ..................................
Why not try and write a "shared" story, where the next part is passed on to the next person, who can develop the story further, and so on.
It might wok, or it might not, but why don't we try it?
So, obviously, to keep things "under control", and so that it doesn't become one person's own piece of writing, I suggest thet a few "ground-rules" are set out.....................
I'll start it off, with a few paragraphs, to set a basic "scenario", and from then on, anyone who joins in should restrict themselves to 2 paragraphs in any single posting.
Anyone who has posted should not post again, until at least 4 other people have posted since their last addition to the story.
The paragraphs should be kept to a "normal" length. (Please, no paragraphs like one from James Joyce's Ullyses .......................... 5 pages long !!!! ).
You can take the story in any direction you like in your posting, but please try and keep it "making sense" as it follows on from the previous entries.
Please, try not to leave your posting with such a situation, that thenext poster would find it impossible to continue the story sensibly.
To maintain the, hopeful, "flow" of the story, Please don't add comments to this thread.
I'll start a "parallel" thread ................. "Chain Story Comments" for any comments & suggestions you might have.
So, I think that covers it.
Hopefully you'll join in and we can have some fun!
Here's the opening few paragraphs ........................................
Let's give it a go !!!!!
She made a strikingly attractive mourner. Black enhanced Tara Kane; it silhouetted her slim figure and complimented her deep auburn hair. Under the dark veil, tears ran down her pale cheeks. Her generous mouth, which, like her large oval green eyes, reflected her moods, was turned down at the corners. Hers was a private grief, she could share with no one, and all the sadder for its solitude.
The funeral of her 12 year old sister, Gabrielle, had taken place ten days earlier, in the village cemetery. The gravedigger, who was digging out fresh earth nearby, remembered her clearly. It had been a brief, austere burial, with only two people present, the slender woman in black and the minister. No family. No husband. Afterwards she had walked off alone, and the gravedigger had wondered who the sad, elegant woman might be.
Now she was back, staring at Gabrielle's grave. Bending down, she placed a small bunch of flowers on the ground that covered the coffin. For a moment she knelt silent, her eyes blurred with tears. Then, gatherng her cloak around her, she stood up and walked off among the bending willows.
Tara looked back only once. At the cemerery gate she stopped, her eyes searching the rows of graves where, in the distance, Gabie lay. But the plot was already hidden from sight. She sighed. Tomorrow she would be gone from the village, and there would be no-one to visit the forlorn grave. She turned, raised her head high, and walked out of the cemetery, her face set with determination. What she was about to do was the most desperate decision of her life, but there was no other course.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up it's fruit of tears.