If this doesn’t take off, then it doesn’t. I merely thought it might be interesting/fun if we had a collaborative writing project. Essentially, we’d just take turns writing a story here in the media forum. There would be a couple of rules, but nothing too mindblowing:
- You must write at least a paragraph. This is more of a suggestion than a rule.
- Do not negate the premise- this is more important than the other rule by FAR. It’s like the improv rule, “Yes, and,” if you’re familiar with that. What this means is that if someone says that Bob can only used magic when immersed in water, then he wouldn’t be casting magic when dry from head to toe. Do not negate someone’s idea- add to it, build from it.
Obviously, this doesn’t have to be super-awesome or anything. This is first-draft style writing all around. The main goal is to have fun, not create something that will cause all of thw world to spontaneously combust in joy.
So, I’ll start off:
Sam drove down the road thinking of her cat, Pisces. Well… Bill’s cat. She hoped that he was going to play with him and play with him, but she didn’t think that was going to happen. Pisces still loved to play even after fifteen years of life, but Bill thought of this as an annoyance. She should have took the little guy. Or maybe not even left.
But she had to leave. She can still see Bill dancing with that woman, whoever she was. What did she have that I didn’t? She looked in the dashboard mirror. She had circles around her eyes. She didn’t wear nearly as much makeup as That Woman. She didn’t wear skirts like that, either. Of course, she didn’t know many people that could wear that little fabric in the middle of winter. If he wanted that kind of woman, why did he go for me? She thought it was plenty feminine to wear jeans and a tee shirt. Makeup, especially lipstick, seemed an unnecessary chore. All she needed was soap, shampoo, and toothpaste. She would go so far as to say that’s all anybody needed.
She lights a cigarette with one hand. She had quit when she met Bill. He had helped her, because he cared about her so much. And so, she smokes to spite Bill, a man she thought two hundred miles away. He was actually about twenty miles away, way over the speed limit trying to catch her, wanting to explain himself. Sam doesn’t know where she is heading, but Bill does. It’s where she always goes when she’s upset.