Lets write this short story
but lets try and keep it legit a little bit of randomness can be a wonderful and stylistic writing technique but when taken too far it becomes worthless babble

Anywho we do this on a creative writing forum i post on all the time
Each person writes a sentence or two but no more than that continuing from where the last person left off
The goal is to complete a single short story that can be considered a composition of a worthwhile standard

This is not an easy task, just throwing out a sentence is one thing but creating a flow within the piece is something different entirely. Not loosing focus or failing to incorporate a central theme are often problems we face as writers as we try to communicate with an audience and this activity forces us to be in tune with other people's mindsets.

Be organized and if you are commenting please note your comments as different from submission.
I'm very eager to see if theres some talent lurking about jsp.

I'll start us off with an introduction sentence and we'll continue from there.



Dripping blood from the chin of a young man's face was all that could be seen beneath the dark hood of a sweatshirt covering the more distinguishable of facial features as he slouched against a tree trunk lightly misted in an early morning dew.

The young man, Bob, was having sex with his hermaphrodite girlfriend, Gaga, under the grandeur maple tree. In fact, this is the same tree that save the world from evil vampire robot Nazi zombies but the story of the tree's adventure is for another time. So, back to Bob and Gaga.

This thread degenerated way too quickly.

ya sux i kinda thought it might happen but for those interested in writing its a good time
meh too bad... talentless child ruins something for everyone

if anyone would be interested i can get a mod to sign off on it so this doesn't happen
but the lit section of jsp isn't very active it will probably take a long time for a completed piece here

Fine.

Joe managed to escape the screaming banshees, whose voice creates visual images that can drivie the most rational men insane, but at the cost of his left eye.

oh man,

lold hard at that one.

He couldn't remember where he was, or even who he was, for that matter. All that he knew was that no matter how dim the shadows were that enveloped his entire body, this bantam world was anything but black and white. The great unknown had seemingly attempted to suffocate him from within; and only the dripping blood which continued to flow like a meandering stream could provide comfort; for Aiden could then be rest-assured that he was still alive.

This post was edited by samsoswift87 on Apr 16 2010 05:23pm

Recollection:

Aiden sounds better than Joe (no offense :D), so I'll continue with Aiden

Alive and well, he said to himself, as he dragged his battered body away from sight, resting among giant roots of the tree that saved his life.
Battered, bruised, Aiden didn't mind his physical state, for the damage that the banshees inflicted on his sanity was much greater.

Rain trickled off the old man's nylon coat, the shirt underneath dry, but the newspaper that awaited his breakfast was soaked. When he noticed the breakfast entertainment was drenching with water, he picked up the pace in hopes to save it. He took shortcuts, dodging dog shit and mud puddles, only to step on the prized roses, the prized wives had nurtured.
He arrived at his house in record time, nearly beating the children at the bus stop, but the bus had already came. In hopes to save the newspaper he raced to the bathroom to grab his blow dyer, but it was useless, the entertainment was destroyed, even the comic strips and crosswords puzzles looked like..well...crossword puzzles.
Luckily for him the television still existed, and it happened to have the information he longed for. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and poured ice cold milk on top it, a bit too much actually, and clicked the power button on the television remote, it did not power on, so he tried to turn the television on the old fashion way; Useless, the television had died due to reasons unknown, for he was an old man who lacked the skills to fix a television.
He spent some time banging and cursing on the television in hopes to revive the breakfast entertainment, because of this the cereal was soggy, but he didn't care he was craving a nutritional dose of mind less entertainment.
He was going mad, stomping and throwing stuff, while shouting at the very god he blindly worshiped. What was he missing? A murder, an earthquake, a terrorist attack, a robbery?...Well he would never know because there was no absolute way of knowing. He got so riled up that his face turned red and he busted several blood vessels in his face and neck. The blood in his brain decreased and things started to get blurry, he stumbled around still cursing and carrying on, until his face lay flat right in his ruined cereal. He made the 11 o'clock news.

screw you, man :/
not even gonna read this ... the idea was SEVERAL lines, not an entire box full of text ...