To participate, add your name in here... as the people continue to add their names I will update a list. Once it is your turn, you will have two days to write the next part of the story, continuing where the last person left off. Once you have completed your part you may sign yourself back up and be put at the end of the list.
There are a few rules
1. If you are not on the list, you are not writing part of this story.
2. Anything you write must attempt to remain within the plot of this story.
3. Any blatant referals to porn, masterbating etc... will get you removed from the list and prevent you from being able to work furher in this story. While I appreciate the fact that some of you like that kind of stuff, this is an excersise to improve writing ability. You must follow what has been given before. This is not a chance for you to whack off unless good writing turns you on.
4. READ THE STORY. THIS WILL NOT WORK IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON.
5. Finally and most importantly, have fun. This is an excersise to improve your writing ability.
Here is the beginning of the story. Have fun:
Just beginning to dip below the horizon, the sun cast its last tendrils on the sea, filling it with blood red light. The sea in turn reflected a golden red hue across the shore, glinting off the chest plate of a man who had washed upon the shore earlier that day. He had not moved, and he would not have moved again, as the gods had claimed his soul in a thunderous night swell the previous day.
Fate had something else in store for this unknown traveler of the world. A woman was walking, staff digging deep into the sand, towards the man, or rather around the lake. Upon reaching the man the new traveler stopped, bent down and kissed his cold, sundried forhead. She sprinkled a few flower petals across his forhead, made a small wish, and left a cristal between his eyes.
She raised herself up, a tear on her eye, and walked away in the same direction she had been going. Soon she had disappeared around a rock with the sun. Dark, calm and like black glass the water remained motionless. The moon rose out of its watery grave casting silver to dance upon a smooth stage of liquid death. Finally the light fell upon the green crystal that lay on the man's forhead.
In a flash the man felt alive again. His body would not move, there was no body, only the mind and the sea. He felt pulled forward, deep into the stone, like metal to a magnet. And then all grew dark again. The moon passed behind a cloud and he never felt again.
The following day, the girl retuned at the breaking of the dawn. The body was gone, all that remained was the jewel she had left. Placing it within a small wooden box, she walked away around the rock, her thinking stone tucked tightly in her hand.