Here's something you might be interested in.
*As with the previous entry of this blog, this will be a "story jam" open to any and all participants. I'll post a story title and an opening paragraph. Anyone is welcome to post the next suggested paragraph as a comment.
I'll take the new paragraphs/comments as they come in and add them to the body of the blog entry itself. First paragraph posted will be the next added to the story text.
After a few days, any time I add new text to the story, this will likely require posting as a "new" blog entry (the Reader network automatically - and frustratingly - launches under a new clean url whenever you revise a blog entry after several days have passed). This will clear the previous comment threads. However, I'll keep track of who donated each paragraph, in case someone wants to reference later.
All participants, including me, agree that we're giving this material away to all who'd like to read and/or participate. No copyrights or intellectual property rights will apply to whatever we jointly produce.
Your paragraph donation can be as short as you like, but let's keep length under 200 words per paragraph.
Please do not post a followup paragraph until someone else has donated one.
Let's say the theme of this story is to revolve around some kind of tragedy, either past or pending ---- third person or omniscient POV, no first-person narrative other than character quotes.
Let's write!*
Story title: WATCHER FROM THE BLIND
Everybody who knew Stanley Hill was aware of how much he despised his older brother Mitch. Nary an opportunity was ever missed to decry Mitch's drudge-like job at the post office, his drab "old man" clothes, his far-too-docile wife, and - most of all - their sub-literate twin sons, both of them more likely to be seen on any given afternoon hanging out at the videogame shop talking Warcraft, rather than carrying textbooks to or from the Oklahoma City grade school supposedly housing the little do-nothings from 9 to 3 each day. Just thinking about anything to do with his brother tended to make Stanley all too glad that he himself was both unmarried and childless.
*As with the previous entry of this blog, this will be a "story jam" open to any and all participants. I'll post a story title and an opening paragraph. Anyone is welcome to post the next suggested paragraph as a comment.
I'll take the new paragraphs/comments as they come in and add them to the body of the blog entry itself. First paragraph posted will be the next added to the story text.
After a few days, any time I add new text to the story, this will likely require posting as a "new" blog entry (the Reader network automatically - and frustratingly - launches under a new clean url whenever you revise a blog entry after several days have passed). This will clear the previous comment threads. However, I'll keep track of who donated each paragraph, in case someone wants to reference later.
All participants, including me, agree that we're giving this material away to all who'd like to read and/or participate. No copyrights or intellectual property rights will apply to whatever we jointly produce.
Your paragraph donation can be as short as you like, but let's keep length under 200 words per paragraph.
Please do not post a followup paragraph until someone else has donated one.
Let's say the theme of this story is to revolve around some kind of tragedy, either past or pending ---- third person or omniscient POV, no first-person narrative other than character quotes.
Let's write!*
Story title: WATCHER FROM THE BLIND
Everybody who knew Stanley Hill was aware of how much he despised his older brother Mitch. Nary an opportunity was ever missed to decry Mitch's drudge-like job at the post office, his drab "old man" clothes, his far-too-docile wife, and - most of all - their sub-literate twin sons, both of them more likely to be seen on any given afternoon hanging out at the videogame shop talking Warcraft, rather than carrying textbooks to or from the Oklahoma City grade school supposedly housing the little do-nothings from 9 to 3 each day. Just thinking about anything to do with his brother tended to make Stanley all too glad that he himself was both unmarried and childless.