Each person writes a small part of a story--you can contribute anything from a line to a couple of paragraphs--and we'll see where this goes--anything's ok (but keep it clean, of course)...no one can post two times consecutively! Be sure to quote the previous section in your post (blindly--just copy and paste the previous contribution into a new post, otherwise we'll have a forest of nested quotes)...if you need help with this, let me know via pm...
I'll try and get us started...
"The grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, its tolling bell lost in the rumble of distant thunder. Lightning briefly and brilliantly illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows against the wall..."
"The grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, its tolling bell lost in the rumble of distant thunder. Lightning briefly and brilliantly illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows against the wall. The upstairs of the house, however, remained silent and still, not a sound could be heard not even a breath. It had been many years since the house had resonated to the happy sound of childern playing and of life in general"
"The grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, its tolling bell lost in the rumble of distant thunder. Lightning briefly and brilliantly illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows against the wall. The upstairs of the house, however, remained silent and still, not a sound could be heard not even a breath. It had been many years since the house had resonated to the happy sound of childern playing and of life in general. Outside, the leaves rustled as they sought to escape the gentle breeze that breathed through the forest. A silent echo that floated among the ancient wood and sought to penetrate the ancient grounds. A distant wail arose from the blackness of the deep wood."
"The grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, its tolling bell lost in the rumble of distant thunder. Lightning briefly and brilliantly illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows against the wall. The upstairs of the house, however, remained silent and still, not a sound could be heard not even a breath. It had been many years since the house had resonated to the happy sound of childern playing and of life in general. Outside, the leaves rustled as they sought to escape the gentle breeze that breathed through the forest. A silent echo that floated among the ancient wood and sought to penetrate the ancient grounds. A distant wail arose from the blackness of the deep wood. In a small cottage, many miles away, two men sat in silence. On a table between them, there lay a book. A small child stood in the corner of the cottage, his dark eyes searching the men. Waiting.
"The grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, its tolling bell lost in the rumble of distant thunder. Lightning briefly and brilliantly illuminated the room, casting fleeting shadows against the wall. The upstairs of the house, however, remained silent and still, not a sound could be heard not even a breath. It had been many years since the house had resonated to the happy sound of childern playing and of life in general. Outside, the leaves rustled as they sought to escape the gentle breeze that breathed through the forest. A silent echo that floated among the ancient wood and sought to penetrate the ancient grounds. A distant wail arose from the blackness of the deep wood. In a small cottage, many miles away, two men sat in silence. On a table between them, there lay a book. A small child stood in the corner of the cottage, his dark eyes searching the men. Waiting. Waiting for what may lie in store for him. He knew that in these troubled times, there was never a day that went by that might have been the end. He always had hope, always had faith that things would turn for the better. However, now that the book has been discovered, his hope started to fade. He continued to watch the two men for what seemed like hours, trying desperately to think of happier times. He thought of his mother, always their to comfort him in times of distress. Her loving embrace holding him when he was sad. He thought of his father, strong and brave, as well as someone who taught him what it meant to be a man. He also thought of his brothers and sisters, and how they played together and promised to always be together. Now they were gone and he was alone. However, knowing that the book was discovered, he may be joining them sometime soon."
so how about this:
