Another interesting challenge.

Finally made it back around while going through my blogs, and found this. Thought I’d see if we could get it to carry on.

Hey everyone,

I was sitting here looking out my window, at another beautiful Darwin day, as a group of people walked past. They were all chatting and laughing. This made me think about what they were saying, and then about them, when an inspirational idea hit.

What if I start a story (just a paragraph), then pass it to someone else to add the next bit?

Here what you have to do:

I have written the first part below, all you have to do is copy and paste the story and add your part.
Tag the next person, and everyone who had done it before you (so we can see how the story develops).
Post it.
It’s that easy. So the person I am nominating to write the next part is sonshinegreene.

The world had changed in the few years of his life. Where lush green grass, and tall trees had once grown, now only dried, cracked and red dirt remained. Taking a handful of the dead earth he smelt it, and thought of how this happened.
He smelled the rich headiness of the earth, breathing the smell deep into his lungs. He looked to the kid walking along next to him. Long and spindly with raggedy brown hair, she couldn’t have been more than twelve. She looked up at him, with sad looking brown eyes. “Where are we headed?” She asked as her belly rumbled in hunger.

Now to decide who to tag…I think we’ll go with Jackie G Mills, be interesting to see where she would take this.

 

*Edit* Realized I forgot to give credit to http://www.dominickpeters.com/ for starting this!

7 thoughts on “Another interesting challenge.

  1. Thanks for following my blog. I know you wanted someone else to work on your story, but I couldn’t resist putting in a couple of words:
    ….He smelled the rich headiness of the earth, breathing the smell deep into his lungs. He looked to the kid walking along next to him. Long and spindly with raggedy brown hair, she couldn’t have been more than twelve. She looked up at him, with sad looking brown eyes. “Where are we headed?” She asked as her belly rumbled in hunger. He thought of the fertile smell of the rich earth, now so barren. This waif could have no memory of the years, to him so recent, when abundant crops had sprung from this very soil and happy homesteads had dotted a land of plenty. And now this land was a land of dearth. But it still had hidden virtue. “We are on our way, Spirit willing, to right a terrible wrong, my child,” he replied. “But we won’t get far without some food. Let me show you a few tricks.”

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  2. I searched what you follow since your blog is interesting *greed* and …oh my…what a bunch of quack blogs!
    *realises it is now one of the quack blogs*
    *exidential crisis*

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