UPDATE: PLEASE CHECK THE “THEREBY HANGS A TALE” TAB TO FOLLOW DEVELOPMENTS IN THE STORY. COLLABORATORS HAVE ADDED TO THE STORY AND THE CHARACTERS AND THE PLOT ARE UNFOLDING.
You are invited to join a new online collaborative creative writing project called Thereby Hangs A Tale.
Collaborators are invited to add 250 words or less to a story that begins with a passage supplied by Raising the Story (posted below) to create a 5000-word short story.
Additions can be one sentence, one word, or several paragraphs.
You can introduce new characters and new situations to the story but each addition must continue where the last entry left off.
To add to the story, please email your contribution to email@example.com . If more than one contribution is received for any phase of story development, the one received earliest will be used.
Collaborators can contribute more than one addition to the story line if they are not consecutive.
Check the website frequently to see the story unfold.
Let’s get started!
The old man wiped the rust off his hands and figured maybe he’d visit again sometime soon and bring some baling wire to repair the gate latch on the iron fence around the gravestones. Too bad Johnny isn’t still around, that boy could weld just about anything, he thought.
He kicked a small pine branch out of his way back to the truck and pain shot up his back. “I’m about worn out, just like this place,” he said to himself.
Sarah had spread a cotton tablecloth over the edge of the truck tailgate and was arranging ham biscuits and deviled eggs on paper plates.
“Here Daddy, Aunt Sis sent along a jar of those watermelon pickles you like so much,” she yelled.