Write a ~ story!
Hey guys, I hope this is the right place for this idea. So, given the more structured community and higher required levels of contribution, I thought writing a collective story could work out. I've done this before on other forums and it's always a blast.
So, the way it works is, I'll start the story off, and then whoever sees it first will continue with anywhere from just one more sentence to multiple paragraphs. Just reply to the directly previous segment. To avoid homogenization, try not to contribute multiple times without letting other people go perhaps twice in between. With all that in mind, let's get started!
Rufus smacked his forehead as he went to sit down at his computer- he'd forgotten about his date.
"I did it again," Rufus thought, taking a sip of coffee entirely inappropriate for the late hour, "and she was so cute, too."
The old man - well not so old, not as old as his bones felt at least - couldn't shake the thought of that cute face burning up into ash.
At least the coffee would keep the dreams away, for now.
John enters the room to find Rufus. "How's the coffee?" John says sarcastically, Rufus's attention stays to the mug. "It's cold", retorted Rufus. "Did you get any work done?" a hesitant John asks in the cold office space. Rufus swirls his drink, "No."
John seems confused, but not entirely surprised. He hesitantly asks, "Well then, what did you do for the last 4.5 hours?"
Well, it all started when I was walking down the high street to get a new pen, then I saw her in a shop.
And what a sight it was. I admittedly forgot all about the pen and went to buy coffee beans instead.
"She was standing near the mugs, smirking as she read the clever coffee puns. 'Better Latte Than Never', 'Addicted To Pot'. I don't know what got into me, but I saw my entrance and took it. 'You're Brew-tiful.'"
"You actually said that?", John questioned
"Yeah. And then picked up the mug that prompted the line and showed it to her."
"What did she do?"
"She laughed, er, chuckled really. We talked about coffee and Mondays and annoying coworkers - and she gave me her number." Rufus held the napkin in his hands, evidence of his surprising success. "Doesn't matter much now."
"So you got her number, asked her on a date, then completely forgot all in the course of a half day's work, huh?" John asked. "How do you manage to even file your taxes on time?"
Rufus stared at the wall, his blank expression slowly morphing into one of panic as the memory of half-finished paperwork slowly trickled back into his consciousness.