Ok, well, I was actually going to do this for my 50th ficlet, but I hadn’t realized I had written it when I did. So anyway. This may not be that creative, but I was thinking that I would start a short paragraph, then stop it at any random point. Someone else would take over, do about the same length, then stop the story short at a good point. Someone else would pick that up, and so on.

Here are three to get started. Whoever wants to pick one of these up, do it. Oh, and change the story however you like.

1*. The glassy building loomed ahead, covering all else in the chilly October night. Cobwebs hung on every spire, cloaking the building in a musty layer. The girl shouldered her pack of dynamite and-

2. Eddie loved chocolate. No, that’s an understatement. He craved chocolate. No, he lived for chocolate. So when the feisty chocolate-eating leprechauns of the North came to take it away he-

3*. The room was dank. Dark. Damp. I sat bound to the chair as the man pulled out-