Let's Do A Collaborative Fiction!

  1. eirofficial3112 profile image85
    eirofficial3112posted 10 days ago

    This is some sort of a game at the same time, it's story telling.

    I will start by presenting the prologue of the story.

    "In a faraway kingdom, there lived a boy named Ean. Unlike any other ordinary boys, Ean is gifted with an ability. He can see other people's past upon touching them. However, this ability certainly did come with a compensation: Ean cannot speak and has a difficulty in communicating.

    One day, as Ean was walking on a alley, he bumped on tall stranger. As a result, he saw the stranger's memories. And in there, he knew that there will soon be a massive rebellion in the kingdom."

    As the prologue has now been presented, you need to come up with a possible continuation to the story. You can add characters, change the setting, etc. Just make sure that the content of your writings is FREE OF MATURE CONTENT and NO OFFENSIVE WORDS. Also, 7 SENTENCES is the maximum content per user.

    Let's start!

  2. threekeys profile image83
    threekeysposted 9 days ago

    Ean gulped hard. He was only 13 years old. Could this kingdom rebellion really be true?
    Ean took off running to the ruddy hole filled with banana skins and a smell that smelt of litter decay. In this ruddy hole by the swamp, lived the elf Katy Thunder with her three coins and pink spotted green teapot.

  3. queencat profile image82
    queencatposted 9 days ago

    Ean clumsily stumbled into Katy Thunder, sending two of her sparkling rainbow sun discs flying into the sky and tipping over her little spotted green teapot, from which a slow, black, syrupy liquid began to seep into the cracks of the earth. Ean landed at the small, delicate feet of Katy Thunder, covered in mud and banana sludge as Katy Thunder desperately struggled to catch the flying coins, Ean saw that she was bound by ropes of ivy that had grown around her elfin legs. With every effort Katy Thunder made to free herself, the ropes of ivy tightened their grip...

 
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