A Writing Game

originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: zosimov

That's lovely.

There was this time that I decided to write a novel.

The monk strolled into town
and looked around.
...
Not here.
Not in this town.

The novel went nowhere. Do not look for it in a store near you.
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There is a drawback to having this thread in Collaborative Writing. Only Writer status may participate.

see Could not reply to collaborative writing forum.

Maybe start a thread in Short Stories that links back to this, or ask a Mod to move this thread to Short Stories for bigger participation.

Oh man, I definitely wouldn't want to exclude anyone from this thread!

a reply to: pthena

There is a drawback to having this thread in Collaborative Writing. Only Writer status may participate.

Ah! I thought everyone can write here but only writers can open topics, now that your pointed outt, this may be the reason for no one else showing up.


@Zosimov, I bet if you ask DTOM nicely or a mod responsible for this forum (no clue where to look this up), they will move it with their magic powers

a reply to: zosimov

The Disappointment

Santa Claus showed up early that year. The children noticed, pointing him out to their parents. Only a very few were allowed to approach him. Fewer still were allowed to take his hand and place it to their foreheads for the traditional exchange of respect and blessing.

One night he was in an amusement park watching a man ring the bell at the high striker test of strength. He was using the two handed over head technique common to railroad track layers.


Santa studied the layout of the high striker's lever with the dampener spring, noting also the light weight of the rubber headed mallet. He concluded that the two handed overhead stance would be the only likely stance that would ring the bell.

No sooner than having decided that he would not care to try, a bystander said, "Go on, do it."

This caught the attention of many other people, children and adult. A ring of spectators was soon chanting "Do it. Do it." Cameras were raised, calls were made for others to come see. The crowd grew larger.

Santa stepped forward and took the mallet. He approached the high striker, tried out a two handed over the head stance, thinking "I've never used this stance before, no muscle memory, don't even know the proper aim, could miss completely."

The crowd grew hushed as he raised the mallet again. His weak hand took firm grip on the bottom of the handle as his dominant hand slid higher toward the head. Over his dominant shoulder went the mallet, then down onto the lever.

The weight went up the pole, almost, but not quite to the bell. An audible groan rose from the crowd as, cameras lowered, they turned away.

All those long years in the frozen North, chopping fire wood in just that way, of course that was as he expected it to turn out. Sorry to disappoint but Santa's magic isn't for show after all.

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a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

DTOM has worked some magic and now anyone can jump in.

a reply to: pthena

Haha, love this story.

a reply to: zosimov

Hurray thank you DTOM
Since I already had my turn and a second that went south, I will be lurking over the fence while others sharpen their...keyboards

a reply to: zosimov

DTOM has worked some magic and now anyone can jump in.

Yaaay!

I'm about out of pictures.

originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: zosimov

A Mountain

There's a mountain to be climbed
Above a snowy valley
There's a mountain to be climbed
Reaching high above the trees
There's a mountain to be climbed
We will not be cowed
There's a mountain to be climbed
And we're going to do it now







All pictures I got off the internet.