I don't know how long you have been on A2K, POM. There was a time, back in 2004 or 5, perhaps, when creative writing was quite the rage here.
I told stories about the semi-fictional goth-boy who hitched around the country quietly watching things. He would call me and I would write about what he was up to. My proudest moment came when I had him heading for someplace in Florida. I got an email (pm) from someone in FL inviting the lad to stay with them, despite his tattoos and piercings, which would upset the neighbors.
We did a lot of communal writing back then. The theme would be set up and then A2Ker's would slowly advance the plot of the story, introducing new characters periodically.
The longest running story, lasting several months, involved Lola (I think that was her name) who had worked her whole career at the Jiffi-Mart in Midlothian, VA. Her shift ended at 11 pm. Just before 11, Les came in to take over, with two women clinging to his arms. "Two fine women," said Les.
And we were off .
The communal writing genre died. I don't know why but I suspect it had something to do with A2K becoming more "in your face." Less genteel. I can outshout you. I can prove I am more clever than you.
Maybe we can try it again sometime.