Tag! You’re it…

Hey Folks!!
Okay, anyone interested in being part of a bloody easy writing experiment, join me on this one.
ahblack57 started this line-by-line story where you can add one line at a time to carry on the story and if you want to contribute (the more the merrier!), click through to the original post and add in your line to the ongoing story in the comment section!

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I had a thought a while back about working up an interactive writing exercise that might be fun. My idea is to build a collaborative story one sentence at a time—a writers’ game of tag or a literary relay race. I’m sure there must be some sort of children’s game that exists along these lines where a group of kids sitting around a campfire take turns adding details to a story. I want to do the same sort of thing here, so pull up a log.

Here are my rules:

1. I’ll start things off with a single sentence and someone else will need to post a follow on sentence that builds on the previous sentence(s).

2. You can add as many sentences as you want throughout the story but you are not allowed to post two or more sentences in a row. You must wait until someone…

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. TheOthers1 says:

    Today, Garret was going to get the girl he’d been dreaming about for the last year.

    1. Spider42 says:

      (starting one here? cool!)

  2. Spider42 says:

    As he lay back and plugged himself into the pan-global interweb and felt the tell-tale charging of his wifi-neuro-port, he kept repeating that thought to himself, over and over.

    1. iamjimmydean says:

      The electrons moved down his spine; his sensation centers activated, honing on her touch, enhancing her taste, actualizing her scent, recreating her voice, and cycling her perfect image through his brain like an old, broken projector reel flapping repetitively against the backs of his rapidly fluttering eyes.

  3. Spider42 says:

    He held her face in his hands and longingly looked into her endless ruby-red eyes flecked with shards of blue, aching to be with her – but he had work to do if that were ever to happen and so he blinked and when his eyes opened he was on the precipice of the digital firewall it had taken weeks to get over.

    1. iamjimmydean says:

      The security-bots had already started pushing him back, and he knew he had but moments to snag her blueprints so he could finally get started on her; the real her.

  4. Spider42 says:

    With a series of deft finger movements he raised a chameleon program over his digital skin and with his exit beacon already secure near his feet he launched himself into the void between the firewall and the torrential flow of data that was his entry point into the domain of the Cruisologist, the insane sect that had taken her from him, taken her, just because they could.

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