Write The Next Part
The idea is simple. You post an intro, someone else writes the next part, another person or the original poster can write the third part, and so on.
Basic rules are to just go with the flow of what's written - if someone makes something short and melancholy, don't suddenly turn it into a comedy. If someone introduces a fantasy world, don't have a pizza delivery guy show up. Try to make it flow.
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When Harper’s lease fell through at the last second, she was stuck. City rentals were impossible to snag mid-month, and her budget didn’t leave a lot of wiggle room. It was supposed to be just a few nights crashing with her brother’s old college roommate, someone she remembered vaguely from years ago, all sarcastic smiles and confident swagger. But when she showed up at his apartment, he wasn’t the greasy, annoying boy she half-remembered. He was older now, calmer, handsomer, somehow. And maybe it was the wide shoulders or the way he held her gaze too long, but something about him felt… different., dangerous in a quiet way. Still, she had nowhere else to go. He said …
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Kara had never hated her reflection more. No matter how many times she adjusted her collar, smoothed her skirt, or rechecked the barely-there swipe of mascara, she couldn’t shake the heat prickling just beneath her skin. Her fingers fidgeted at her hemline... too short? No, perfectly office-appropriate. Just like everything else she wore around him. Around Mr. Vale. The name alone sent a flutter low in her stomach, though she’d never admit it out loud. It was ridiculous, really. He was her boss... polished, commanding, unshakably composed. He was thirty-seven, maybe thirty-eight, tall and fit, with the kind of angular face that belonged on a luxury watch ad... sharp …
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The room was small, soft-lit, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and expensive soap. A bottle of water sat unopened on the nightstand, beads of condensation dripping slowly down its sides. The bed was large, the sheets cream-colored and crisp, folded into a triangle at the corner like this was just any hotel. But it wasn’t. This wasn’t any night, and this wasn’t just any room. Ava crossed one long leg over the other and smoothed her dress, a slinky, low-cut black number she couldn’t afford when she bought it. But tonight felt like the right night to risk looking worth the trouble. Her heels dangled off one toe and she flipped then back up rhythmically, like the last f…
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The wind spoke in whistles over the glass plains, dragging long silver reeds into gentle bows as it passed. Light shimmered across the crystalline surface of the land. Shards of ancient seabeds, smooth as melted quartz, stretched for miles until they vanished beneath the bruised horizon. Here, nothing grew tall. The sky reigned absolute, wide and endless, painted with the slow swirl of dusk and the distant glow of floating cities that hovered like faded memories above the rim of the world. This was the province of Isareth, one of the last places untouched by the war of the Ascendancy. The sky-ships did not come here, nor the marching engines. There were no longer any…
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