I just had a great idea. How about we all engage in a bit of collective storytelling? The aim of the game is for multiple authors to write a chapter each of the story. You can put your own plot twists in, add your own characters, make it funny, sad or just plain crazy.

I'll start us off, but firstly we need an author list of those who are willing to help create this possibly insanity-ridden piece of literary art so that we don't get confused about who is posting what and when. If you are interested, please send me a message and I'll put together an author list.

And don't think that once the author list has been posted that those are the only ones that can add a chapter. If someone else wishes to join in, then simply message me and I'll post a revised author list that people must then follow.

And when the story is complete, I'll ask a moderator to move it to the Poems and Creative Writing section.


So...who wants in?

There once was a dating site called mingle.
It`s members all started to tingle.
When they would visit online.
They would say they were fine.
Thats when everyone started to cringle.

Not really what I was going for there, Rara. Like I said. I'll start us off, and it'll be a story rather than a poem.

I'm game.

A whole chapter? I'm terrible at creative writing. I got a C in it in High School. I got an A in every other English class, but I don't have a creative thought in my head.

But, you should start it and then be patient. We have a lot of writers here....they're just not all on right now.

There's one of those writer people I mentioned!

sure why not, im game

Awesome.

So our author list is as follows...


Me
pkd1220
MzzJones

what's really going on here..are you having us do your homework for you..

I finished school years ago. I just think this might be fun. Usually I write all my own stories. I used to play this game with pictures. You'd draw a head, fold the paper over and let someone draw the body, fold it again and someone else draws the feet. The aim is to make it look quirky.

So I thought it might be fun to try it with writing instead.

I was just being a turd.

I like messin with people.

It`s all good.

I'm so in on this.

Are you going to play, Rara?

Why yes. Yes of course I will play. I`m here to have a good time.

Revised Author List:

Me
pkd1220
MzzJones
rara777

KNOBSTINGER & THE MYSTERIOUS DRAPERY: A TALE OF PASTA







Once upon a time in a magical land there lived a young apprentice known as Hamster Basher. Hamster Basher was the fifth son of Yam Basher, who made a modest living bashing yams in the fields for the the king. They were a poor family and had little to spend on luxuries, so it had been a joyous occasion when his twin brother Hamster Thumper had returned with the news that the two of them had been chosen to apprentice a fierce gladiator that was renowned through all the lands.

The two young brothers had been in awe of the Carbohydrate Warrior for many years, and often spent what little money they could save on tickets to see him perform acts of bravery and daring within the walls of the arena that the king had erected to house his talented fighters. However, all was not meant to be.

In the third year of their apprenticeship, the Carbohydrate Warrior had been callously murdered by a vicious band of Noodle Burglars that had been sneakily following them on their way to the arena for the next fight. Hamster Basher and his brother had been trying to get the wheel of the cart out of a rut, and hadn't noticed that their Master had gotten too far ahead of them. Sadly, they couldn't stop the inevitable, and the Carbohydrate Warrior's starch levels dropped far too low for them to save him.


"Avenge my death, little Hamsters..." he croaked, pressing his sword into the arms of Hamster Basher. "Take this, and with it slay my enemy who dared to take my life. His name is Knobstinger, and he-...he-..." the aging knight gasped for air.

"Yes, Master?" Thumper pushed; the two of them leaning close to hear the warrior's final words.

"I fear...he has stung my knob for the last time, my loyal apprentices. But you are not ready to take on such a foe. You have much to learn." he patted Thumper weakly upon the shoulder while Basher cradled the dying master. "Small furry creatures stand no chance in your path, but Knobstinger was once a Vermicelli Knight, right here in Pastaville!"

Hamster Basher's face scrunched itself into a tortured grimace as a foamy white froth spilled from his master's lips like an overboiled pot of water. He wiped it away with his sleeve. "But Master, how are we to obtain such training, and from where? It was YOU that taught us all that we know."

"Don't fear, Basher. I believe there is someone that can help you...You need to travel to a land far from here. It is a perilous journey fraught with danger, but I have the greatest confidence in you two. Find the Tarragon Lady...SHE can-...she will-...she knows-....The Mysterious Drapery...."


And with that, the Carbohydrate Warrior was gone. Knowing that their master was a religious man, they offered a prayer to the Flying Spaghetti Monster before burying him by the roadside. There was nothing more that they could do. The two brothers looked to each other with the grief of their loss clearly written in their eyes.

"Come on, Thumper. I'm not letting that Knobstinger get away with this!" buckling the sword around his waist, Basher clenched his meaty fists and stomped off.

"I hope you know what we're getting ourselves into, little brother..." Thumper muttered, shaking his head as he jogged to catch up with him.