[Originally written and suggested by @Coral, continued by Dora_Serge, and then CocoPop picked up the thread. Mars and now Lokus took over, then Daria, then CocoPop, then Coral, then Ouassou
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How about writing a story together? We've already read a few books together. Writing a whole story takes time and ideas don't grow on trees. I’ll start, and you just have to copy/paste what is written into a new post so that you can continue the story as you wish. You can write a paragraph, a line, or just a sentence and then publish it so that anyone else can pick up the story where you left off. You can also add some drawing to illustrate it! I'm sure this is going to be fun. And, of course, native English speakers are more than welcome to participate. Come on, let’s do it! It’ll be our lovely Frankenstory.
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Coral:♈he year is 2087. Humanity has survived climate change, but has learned its lesson. Borders are history and large areas of land have been devoured by seas and oceans. However, potable water is so scarce that on the black market they call it "the liquid diamond".
Dora_Serge: ♏arwin closed his laptop with a loud crash and stretched out. The story sucks. Poor start. Why on Earth has he become a writer? Why not a software engineer as his mom insisted? He checked the time. 7:45 am. He glanced outside. The blazing sun blinded him. Too hot for the 26th of April. Maybe a disaster story about climate change and all that stuff isn't a bad idea... However.. Let's take a morning swim first. Happily, we still have enough fresh water to fill in the swimming pool. Where the hell are my swimming trunks?
CocoPop: "♈️runks? Who needs them?! Besides, who's gonna see me in the privacy of my own back yard with all these hedges. And if they do somehow manage to get an eyeful, what's the harm? What am I, Medusa? What's the point of all this diet and exercise if the sight of me in my birthday suit sends people into tizzies?" Stealthily and silently, Marvin dragged the hose to the pool, then turned the water on just enough to top it off without making too much noise. God forbid the AquaPol should hear it and fine him again. As he stood there akimbo, in all his naked glory, a gleam caught his eye. Looking up beyond the tall hedges that surrounded his pool area, he saw what looked like a man hanging off a trellis across the street, and the gleam seemed to be coming from a pair of binoculars pressed to his face with his free hand...
Mars: ♏arvin couldn't believe it. Someone was actually spying on him when he tried to enjoy his morning swim! He shook his head, feeling harassed, but a bit amused. "What's wrong with people these days? Don't they have anything better to do?" He muttered as he covered himself with a towel. Then, he tried to go through all the potential suspects in his mind. Was it the nosy neighbor with loud music and the dog that won't stop barking? Or the eccentric old lady down the street who always wore a raincoat and sunglasses, even on the hottest day? Marvin snapped out of his daydream, feeling like he was in a bad spy movie.
Lokus: ♓️e remembered when he crossed paths with the new neighbor from across the street, the other day. He wasn't sure if he would recognize him again, so inconspicuous a man he was. Did he have a short grey beard? Was it blond? Was he in his fifties? Late forties? Early sixties? Difficult to tell. But the encounter left Marwin insecure and a little uneasy, as the neighbor hadn't answered his greeting. Was he a foreigner?
The recollection dissuaded him from the swim. 'I could also take a swim later', he said to himself, 'The guy will eventually tire and go away'. He was sure now it was the new neighbor. What a weirdo. Or was he from the AquaPol? Have they started employing deep-cover spies?
He returned to his laptop, leaving wet footprints on the way back to his desk. 'The liquid diamond': he had to make the most out of this metaphor, it could even work for the title.
When his next sentence took a perfect shape in his mind and he was about to type it, the buzz of his telephone made him jump in his seat. Ron Roberts, his literary agent, called again at the worst possible moment. He'd be happy to throw the phone out the window, but he couldn't afford not to answer.
– Marwin, how’s it going? - Ron's voice was soft and charming, which could only mean trouble. - I was thinking of you, dear boy. I even had a dream about you, can you believe that? How's my story? The deadline is in six weeks, so I suppose you're concluding. You know I count on you, don't you?
Dora_Serge:
"♑úmero incorrecto", Marwin answered in Spanish and added in German just for sure: "Falsche Nummer, ich kenne keinen Marwin". Then, he slammed the phone down. Ron won't get the hump, he was used to such short talks.
Six weeks..In six weeks he has to be ready with his story and with his divorce. He hated his wife, who like an immense octopus stifled him with her tentacles. Tentacles did have their names: mediocrtity, high ambitions and lack of imagination. Boring was she. Dull as ditchwater. Water..water...swimming pool..A sudden thought came up to his mind: What if...."
♒️hat if… Yes! I’ll put my desk in the shallow part of the pool and if the AquaPol tries anything, I’ll claim it’s my work space; I can only get inspired to write if I’m halfway immersed in water! Then this book isn’t the only thing I’ll write — I'll even be able to write my water bill and pool maintenance costs off come tax time. Why didn’t I think of this before?! At that moment, from behind him came the familiar, whiny, creaky, shrill voice that always made the blood freeze in his veins… “What do you think you’re doing, Marvin? And who the hell are you talking to??!! Isn't it a bit early to be hitting the sauce?!"
(Coral)
🦴 have a lot of work to do, Octavia. I already signed the divorce papers. What do you want now?
I just came to pick up the rest of my stuff and say ciao, caro Marwin.
Are you going to Italy or this pizzeria around the corner?
Very funny. I'm going to LA.
That makes sense — octopuses don't last long out of water.
Why don't you save your witty banter for your novels? They could use it...
You'd better go, Octavia. I can't stand you. Your voice really riles me up.
Now you want to play "in vino veritas"? You definitely lack the guts, so I better go. See you in hell!
Marwin poured himself another glass of wine and sat down at his laptop. He cracked his knuckles hard before he began typing with speed and rage, tons of it.
"Rivers were no longer navigable, cattle were dying of thirst and only the oldest remembered seeing snowy peeks in their childhood. The urge of finding water turned the dowsers into highly paid Gods of Fortune. Their instinct for finding water underground was beyond the comprehension of most, and rightly so — equipped with a simple fork-shaped olive twig, they were able to sense water up to thirty feet underground, without a shadow of a doubt."
Ouassou: He drank further. A fork-shaped olive twig... Marwin slapped his wet feet to the kitchen, grabed a can of greek olives, cut small cubes of cheese, and brought his snack to the desk. He toped up his glass. Why wouldn't he enjoy his day, after all? Pervert neighbours, toxic wives, filthy bosses. He'd enjoy his day no matter what, and he'd just gotten the necessary things to do precisely that.
"Ever since drought had struck the planet, water-detection technologies had been pushed to their limits. Governments, multinationals, small startups, everyone had been perfecting the art of finding water. But no technology came close to the precision and swiftness of water-sorcerers. The Source Manuscript said (translated): The day will come when white deserts will cover the bottom of dyng oceans. In the hand of a sourcerer, olive trees remember the echos of water, for their roots have been seeking them since the beginning of time. He who's hand senses the whispers of water when all other's are deaf shall wear its diamonds as a crown"
He let out an irrepressible burp. Why had the old hag bought sparkling wine? He sighed. Marwin still had no idea about the hero of his story. Yeah, he had considered introducing Roon, an evil water-hoarding tyrant, or Oktafia, the ugly, big-ass sand kraken, but it wasn't really helping his story at this point.
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Great!!!👋 👋 👋
You guys are setting the bar so high that I think I'm going to sit back and just read.🤕
Amazing! 🤩🤩🤩
🤣I've waited for your input! Prima! "Story in story" is fun, I suppose. We can practice different styles of writing.
Which title do you guys like better, "Eighty shades of Marwin" or "Marwin and the Chipmunks"?
Marwin in the Embrace of the Eighty Octopuses? 😆
hahahahaha
Or: Marwin Potter and the Prisoner of AquaPol 😆Just joking. I'd better stop..😁 This story is definitely having a growth spurt, It's over 1300 words!
Exactly, so where are our "Writer" badges? 😁😎 Let's test the limits of the platform, hahaha!
The prisoner of AquaPol 😂😂😂
Yeah, I forgot about badges... Should we start another post? What about "Let's Write a Story Together" Episode II (11)?
Yeah, Episode or Chapter
I would continue within one post for as long as possible, as it's easier to re-read the whole story... If we start splitting it, the different parts could get lost in the depths of the platform... And really, I wouldn't worry about the length until we get closer to some 30 000 words 😁
Ok, I guess we can keep going until Robin tells us off.
👍👍👍 and then we publish it, it looks like a best seller already 👌
It could also be titled "The Liquid Diamond" as the book project of our friend Marwin
"The Liquid Diamond: A Frankenstory" - I love it! 😄
Me too! I don't know about you guys, but what really amazes me is this melting pot of us building something like this story from scratch.Hope more people join us.
@Lokus +1 ! @Coral and the story is really entertaining to follow as every post has a surprise, great idea of yours to start that!
The idea could've failed from the start, but I had nothing to lose, so I thought if some people liked it, it could be fun, to say the least.
Ouassou, I'm blown away by that passage from the Source Manuscript. It's masterful. The whole installment is not only good English, it's good literature. Bravo!
Hahaha masterful is way too strong, but glad that you liked it CocoPop, thanks!!
We could make breadcrumbs. With every person who added to the story, you create link text with their name. I'll demonstrate on a new post.
I would only worry that it will be harder for new people to join if the whole story is not easily accessible... Clicking every part one after the other is an extra effort that can have a dissuasive effect, it will be also harder to keep track of every detail
Good point. It works for series of posts by one contributor, but not so well with multiple contributors.