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Welcome to the project. Given the nature of the site I wouldn’t be surprised if this had been attempted before but I’m putting this together in response to the “Does any member write?” thread. The nature of the project is simple I’m going to write the beginning of a short story and then I will turn over the floor for the next among you to carry on the story.

I ask the admins to regulate this thread. A good rule would be a minimum post length, that way we avoid any “and then he got kidnapped by aliens” posts.

This will be an opportunity for people to stretch their literary muscles, I personally haven’t written with purpose since A level so my style may need some airing before I get into my flow but see what you think. I welcome your responses, I’ve brought quite a bit of lame humour and my fair share of damage to the asylum. Lets hope this thread can be a bit of fun. If it turns out to be a success then maybe we will have a comments thread. Its your call.

Edit... Ive posted my kick off. Notice its quite short so i have not sucked the reader in to far. It lacks all kinds of details and the main character is left for you to colour in. Have fun with him.

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Twingates was a wannabe town. It was still small, probably because it was just one of those places that acted like a through road to other places. People would get up in the morning and quickly leave like rats deserting a sinking ship, off to other places to get on with the complex business of work a day life in the city.
The local primary school children would all do this thing where they were taken to the library to research local history. The teachers all agreed it was a fun distraction for the kids while they got stuck into some serious tea drinking. The kids would all learn how Twingates started out as this tiny three horse village which had blossomed into a thriving industrial zone when big business had set up there and everyone had worked in the great steel mills which had grown up there. A great pride and sense of community had taken route in Twingates and everyone was just waiting for any opportunity to tell you that their family had worked in Twingates for the past X generations.
Of course it didn’t last eventually things always change. When all the work had gone abroad the excuse had been some change in the way the taxes worked. After that prosperity never really returned and Twingates never recovered. Back then Twingates was a wannabe industrial town these days it was desperately trying a passable ghetto impression. It was just that kind of place, things weren’t that bad here, gangs didn’t roam the streets and guns are still illegal in England but local high school drop outs would still hang out on dark corners at night trying to rap about their terribly average middle class lives without much success and over time all the shops closed up on the high street which was being expanded into a four lane dual carriage way heading toward London where everyone went to shop and work. Despite the fact that increasingly the only new places to live were those new high rise flats which all boasted such great new features and charming neighbours the prices kept going up yet paradoxically the quality of people kept going down.
Well this is where our good friend Leo lives, I know you haven’t met him before but trust me you’ll get to know him. Now this may seem odd to you but I want you to try and envision yourself as a mirror in a bathroom. You see its about six o clock in the morning and Leo is standing naked in his poorly decorated bathroom staring into the mirror. The motif here is brown, brown carpet, brown coverings on the loo and the mats and brownish green mould growing on the tiles surrounding the shower.
You may be perplexed because Leo is giving you a look that can only be described as a latent stupor. This is because having beaten his alarm clock into submission in the style of Fred Flintstone attacking one of his faithful living appliances he has managed to drag himself to the bathroom on automatic and coherent thought has yet to coalesce behind his presently vacant looking eyes. He has yet to remember what happened yesterday and what he must now do today. Perhaps ignorance is bliss… perhaps.




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And then he lived happily ever after.

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The End.

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That wasn´t as hard as we made it look.

Just so as you guy´s aren´t intimidated by our skill.

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*sigh...
Closes the door and footsteps retreat into darkness.

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