Let’s write a story together. I know we’re all busy, and sometimes there are just too many writing prompts and too little time. So let’s build a story brick by brick, or rather, sentence by sentence. The first lucky writer gets to start the ball rolling with any sentence he or she likes. Just post a sentence in the comments section and then we’ll just build on it, well, not to belabor the phrase, but we’ll build on it sentence by sentence. I’ll collect a week’s worth of sentences, and then post the final story next Saturday, when, if successful, we’ll start all over again. I’m crossing my fingers for some writing collaboration. I’m lonely!
a seriously writing woman 
I’ll start:
It was the strangest thing he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot.
After having traveled through a dozen galaxies, touching the boundless infinities; it could well be said that he was the most learned person in cosmic travel on the entire planet of Yevuhub. He was thus an expert in the most strangest of things, like the clothed multitudinous creatures on the now-dead planet with an inconsequential name in one of the spiral galaxies; but the thing that had startled him was beyond any meaning, so far-fetched that even his imagination couldn’t fathom its presence.
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f course! And add as often as you like. 🙂
Reblogged this on a seriously writing woman and commented:
Once again reblogging my own post, but I want to try to get the ball rolling on this again. Howanxious and I are feeling lonely!
To continue:
It had pointy ears and sharp little fangs, but it didn’t bear them exactly; it almost seemed to smile at him.
FROM AH:
We’ve both known what needed to be done but we kept on procrastinating until today.
He looked at me and said, “Get the gun,” but I couldn’t answer him; I couldn’t even more.
FROM NATALIEMATERA
His face snap-changed from the confident conviction I knew so well, to something harder, more bitter – and he looked me in the eyes as though he could feel my hesitation like a tangible millstone around my neck, as he said, “If you are not with me, you are my enemy.”
I feared him more than respected him at that moment, and fear being a powerful motivator, I retrieved the gun from the kit, handed it to him, and waited.
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I couldn’t stay here, so I walked as fast I could until I heard the sickening BANG, at which point I had to stop and wipe tears from my eyes.
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