So, let’s give this collaborative short story writing effort another whirl. I adored how imaginative everyone was when last we did this and am confident that equally good stories will result this time round. Below, I have begun writing a short story, which you readers may add to with as little or much contributed material as pleases you. The rules are simple: have fun, respect other fellow contributors and pick up with the story where the last person left off.
You will have this story for one week to add to as you please in the comment section. At that time, I will edit together what has been generated into one cohesive piece. This process will continue for a period of three weeks after which time, if the story hasn’t already been finished off by you readers, I will create an ending for it. Once complete, it will be added to my online magazine, Inspire Me Magazine, as a collaborative short story writing effort.
So…are you ready? Ready to have some creative fun? Well then, lets go!
It was a balmy July night. Cooler than the last few, but the thermometer still read 78 degrees at nine. Becky smiled at the driver who parked the 1950s Chevy pick-up truck high on a bluff, overlooking the city lights below. Then, turning away from him, her ponytail making a flicking motion in the air, she took in the view before her.
It went on endlessly. Despite the lateness of the hour, the full moon cast enough light for Becky to note how there were no mountains to block her view, well…not mountains to most people’s standards. But the residents of Missouri embraced their hills, manifesting them to mighty mountains in their imaginations.
Becky blinked, as if breaking a trance, before pulling the door handle and getting out of the vehicle. A gentle breeze kissed the lower half of her calves, made bare by her rolled up blue jeans. It felt good against the cashmere sweater that hugged her curves.
She walked to the front of the truck, aware that the driver’s eyes never left her, and then climbed atop the hood of the car. Scootching herself back, Becky leaned against the windshield.
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