Crowd Writing

El Inho

Soooo.

Idea. You may remember I was starting a zombie novel. Didn't happen. I've started another two, haven't happened. But it's still possible. Anyway. What about trying crowd Writing in a Google doc. If you're not that gifted in the writing department, just write what you think should happen next and someone else spruces it up


Rules:
Anyone can join in at any point.
The same person may not add more than one paragraph until at least 3 people have contributed a paragraph.
Try to keep the story in track with the subject (doesnt have to be super serious, but it does have to follow the last paragraph in context.)

degrassinoel

I'd be up for that on a small scale - ie: right here on this forum. paragraph per person, no less than 3 lines a piece and alternating in turn between 3 or 4 (or more) of us

AllthingsCP

Same here

Tzar Chasm

That sounds like fun, wasn't there a few of those before, some sort of multiple choice ending stories that people wrote chapters for

degrassinoel

choose your own adventure yeah

Micky Dolenz

That was fun. Something similar would be cool.

Oh and we are probably due another tournament.

El Inho

Here we go....

He heard a quiet click, almost echo in place of the loud bang he had expected. His face was still tightly clenched with one eye slowly opening to see the rectangular dark grey shaft on top of the pistol now stuck in a different position. He only had the cold grey nine millimeter for a couple of hours, but he knew this wasn't good, as an anxious nauchea overcame him.

degrassinoel

El Inho wrote: »

Here we go....

He heard a quiet click, almost echo in place of the loud bang he had expected. His face was still tightly clenched with one eye slowly opening to see the rectangular dark grey shaft on top of the pistol now stuck in a different position. He only had the cold grey nine millimeter for a couple of hours, but he knew this wasn't good, as an anxious nauchea overcame him.

'God Damn it' he thought as he slipped the empty weapon neatly and safely back into his jacket and felt around for the reassuring Tire iron hooked under his belt. Holding his crouched position he pulled the bar free and held it low by his legs in almost complete stealth. He wasn't alone, he knew that, and he figured his stalker knew it too, yet he remained still, low and silent in the blackened room. A dreadful silence fell about the room, nothing but the fast thump of his heartbeat hammered in his ears. 'I cant have imagined it, i just cant have', he thought..

Tzar Chasm

I couldnt imagine anything more surreal than this if I tried. Jesus, how had reality become unimaginable, 48 hours ago everything had been a normal saturday afternoon, wash the car, mow the lawn, chill on the sofa for the evening, a simple plan.
Now the car is a wreck, the lawn holds the bloody remains of Mrs Dawson from no 12 and here I stand very fcucin far from chill with an empty gun in my pocket and a wheel brace in my hand trying to figure out if the other person in this room is alive or dead.