Let's be honest. We're thieves deep down in the lead of our pencils. This contrabandit friendly site invites you to take other people's ideas and make them your own! The method is simple. The result unknown.


1) The blog provides the first line
2) You continue the story




Instructions

a) Find a line or story that makes your fingerpads itch
b) Click the edit icon (the little yellow pencil) directly below that post.
c) Unleash
d) Click "Update" at the top right hand corner
e) Click "View Blog" at the top left hand corner
f) Bask






Notes

To participate in this journey/social experiment, you must be added as an "admin."
E-mail me (livingincinerator@outlook.com) with subject heading STORY BLOG and I will add you, no questions asked, conferring upon you the power to invite anyone you wish.

With great power comes great responsibility. Please refrain from all actions other then adding text to a story, inviting your peeps, and commenting.

If you would like to provide literary criticism, you may do so right away and without being added as an "admin." And you may only do so in the comments section. Here is a link containing a list with explanations of some literary devices.


If you have a first line, send it to me in an e-mail. I'd like to keep contributions anonymous.

Rhyming is welcome


Privacy

You need a Google account to make a Blogger profile which you need to become an admin. Sorry about that. I didn't realize that when I made this blog. Once you become an admin, other admins only will be able too access which e-mail address is connected to which Blogger alias. Y
ou need not make a Blogger alias, in which case you will be listed as "Unknown." Admins also have access to which e-mails have received invitations. If you are already an admin and want to invite a friend but don't want that friend's e-mail address to be available to other admins before that friend chooses to join/become an admin, you can send that friend my e-mail address (livingincinerator@outlook.com) and I can add them at their request. If you choose to connect an e-mail to your Blogger profile, then that e-mail will be accessible to the public; otherwise, no admin e-mail is accessible to the non-admin general public directly through this blog. The e-mail address you use to create your Blogger profile can be anything as long as it's connected to a Google account. Your Blogger alias (which, as mentioned, you can leave as "Unknown") will be visible to the general public on the actual blog as one on the list of admins (right side column), as well as if you become an admin and decide to use the comments section. Additions to posts are genuinely anonymous from the point of view of the admins and regular non-admin browsers.

Once you contribute to a post, Blogger will e-mail you when a comment is made on that post. You can opt out of this. You can remove yourself from this blog at any time. Please contact me with any concerns.


Rules for posting


a) You may continue a story starting at any point in that story.


b) One first line may give birth to any number of additions between zero and infinity.

c)
You may neither delete nor rearrange words or punctuation that came before you unless it is your own.

d) Additions can be anything between one letter/punctuation mark and one paragraph.

e)
You can post in other languages as long as you include a translation into English in the comments section of that post. Using an online translator is acceptable for this purpose.


f)
The comment section is reserved for serious literary criticism and translations. That means it is not to be used for story writing.


Begin... NOW!









Saturday, January 10, 2015

The sun peaked up over the hedges as five women of advanced age, formerly known collectively as The Spice Girls, discussed the global political situation.

The sun peaked up over the hedges as five women of advanced age, formerly known collectively as The Spice Girls, discussed the global political situation. Scary Spice, who had just finished screwing in a weirdly shaped light-bulb under the table, got off her old knobby knees and sat back down with the rest of them.

It all started at the Justin Beiber concert.

It all started at the Justin Beiber concert. When will it end? Who knows. Only the Biebs himself has the power to stop it now. As of yesterday, though, his current location is still a mystery. Officers are hot on the literal trail of teenage girls that formed behind him as he jumped off stage and ran on to the street. He is a surprisingly agile runner, at one point fully jumping over an overturned Volkswagon mini.  People on the street who were lucky enough to see him pass and also recognize him given his seriously record breaking speed, said there was no indication he was slowing down. We are forced to concluded he may not stop any time soon and that he has decided to run a marathon. Officials fear for his safety. The trail of fans is growing and may overtake him.

Monday, January 5, 2015

It was so incredibly, deliciously wrong.

It was so incredibly, deliciously wrong.

The grapes were moldy.

The grapes were moldy. That made no difference to Evan. It made no difference to any of us for that matter. Moldy grapes, moldy bread, moldy milk, moldy shit -- when you haven't eaten in 3 days anything looks good. I mean, we were going to die anyway, right? The three of us had been kept alive in a single room for weeks now. We didn't know why. We didn't know who had put us there, either. Every three days, like clockwork, some (semi-)edible item would materialize. And no matter what it was we would devour it. (Well, except for the incident with Mike... We weren't given any "food" for 5 days after that whole affair.) 

Meanwhile...

"Congratulations Watson, you have been promoted to commander of the team. The mold is taking hold of the humanoids' brains. The two remaining humans believe subject Mike is still in the room with them even though he was vaporized last week."

I was born laden with a terrible secret.

I was born laden with a terrible secret.

Saturday, January 3, 2015