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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Annabelle blinked to refocus, turning her palm down and rubbing her eye with the back of her wrist. The sun had gone down hours ago, but the fair would come the next day whether she was ready or not. Looking up from the floured counter, the apprentice baker gazed across the prep area to where Miss Elizabeth was turning out smart little pastries in the shape of flowers. The older woman's graceful hands, moving swift as swallows, pinched the dough and laid it out in rows as neat as tiny soldiers standing in file. And by the smell of it, she'd already moved a platoon-full to the oven. She was truly a marvel to behold, and as Annabelle watched in amazement, she couldn't …
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“Target acquired.” Serava Nightwhisper, proud first-year student of the Infernal Academy for Seduction Arts, stood confidently in the mortal realm, one stiletto heel planted on a desk. Her crimson tail flicked with purpose. Her barely-there uniform was technically school-appropriate… if the school was within one of the provinces of Hell. In the mortal realm, the amount of bare flesh revealed would be considered scandalous at best. Her body was her weapon, and showing it was firing the first shot. Across the room sat her target: a mortal boy. Glasses. Books. Faint scent of vanilla shampoo. “You are in the presence of a succubus,” Serava purred, her voice su…
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His father and step-mother were gone for the entire summer, and Anton had the house to himself. It was going to be a great summer of parties, girls, and anything he wanted to do, as long as he kept it low key enough that the neighbors didn't noticing. But then Mom told him that his stepsister was staying here for the summer. She was supposed to have been with her mother, but now her mother had a new boyfriend and was also traveling most of the summer, and she didn't want his stepsister to be alone for her last summer before college. Anton had never really liked Aya. Not that he hated her, but ever since their parents got married and she spent every other weekend in h…
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Rachel had not seen a single soul in nearly eight hours. And it was beautiful. Her legs burned. Sweat ran down her back, the lightweight polyester only able to do so much as the mountain claimed its tax in strain and will, and she patted the red bandana tied around her forehead to daub some of the moisture attempting to slip past the curl of her chestnut hair and run into her eyes. The path was generally safe, but Rachel had come so far out that if she couldn't see her step and rolled her ankle, it could turn into a very serious problem, very quickly. But she'd taken all the precautions she could. And Katie knew where she'd be—near enough anyway—and how long to wait…
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Tasha let out a deep breath. This is what she had been striving for her whole college career. Being in the collegiate tennis world finals was the only thing that mattered to her. She sacrificed everything, no personal life, no college parties, no significant others. Just studying and practice. Now at the end of four years it was paying off. Standing in front of the mirror in the dressing she adjusted her outfit. Why were tennis skirts so short she wondered to herself. Fixing her hair she made one last check. Patting her crotch she let out a sigh of relief. She had inserted her secret inside her pussy. She had been doing it forever and with how short these skirts are it's …
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Standing on the bow of his ship Captain Grant Evermire stood basking in the salty sea air. Taking in a deep breath he let out a hearty chuckle. This was the life he loved. Land was for those lesser people. They could have it. Give him the endless sea and he would be happy. Now others might call him pirate but he preferred thinking of his actions as wealth distribution. Not that he distributed any of this wealth to anyone but himself. That was if he actually had any treasure worth hording. They don't tell you before you become a pirate how expensive it actually is. Between ship maintenance, keeping your crew fed and happy, bribing port officials. There really wasn't much m…
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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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