Let's start an A2K online novel!

Turner, don't you think it might be simpler to do a short story? Although short stories are not easy to develop, they take less time.

Simple outline:
exposition
rising action
climax
resolution

Types:
man vs. man
man vs. himself
man vs. nature

Then one must pick the genre.

What do you think?

If we were to do that, would we be doing a paragraph each? Perhaps that could be more interesting; and we wouldn't be stuck in one story or another.. it could be just as productive as writing a full-length novel..

Good idea, drom. and the person who wrote the resolution would be responsible for the exposition of the new short story.

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Short stories tend to be, well, short. I was thinking online novel so it could continue on until we got tired of it. I'm guessing a short story could be done, but if we do it right, the novel can take on aspects of a short story while still being a novel.

I'm also thinking that this should be coordinated. A plot/outline written out, characters formed, and adhered to. I've seen online novels that go south quickly, and would rather not see that happen here.

I like it. But how would we decide the subject, or genre? A bad choice could turn people off.

That's why we discuss it and decide.

INGENIUS! Turner, you are a frick'n GENIUS! Discussion! I like it.... discussion... the man is a genius...

Yes, you may bow down before me.

So, I bow.

It was a dark and stormy night.....

So what happened with this? Did anything ever get decided here? Did you start the story on another thread? I would love to contribute, if there's room for me. If not, I'd still like to see what you guys have come up with.

K.C. Wilso started such a thread, and someone else whose moniker I cannot recall at the moment.

Told ya it ought to be a short story

I think realjohnboy started one.

I think it may be fun to do paragraphs.

I wish dys would start. He's fabulous. Or, EB. It could just be a free-style add-on.

sofia, I know about realjohnboy's Goth boy creation, but I have no idea where he has gone. Do you?

Driving across the desert, Judy thought "another few hours and then get something to eat and find a place to spend the night." Her eyes hurt from the constant squinting driving into the arizona sun. She had just past Kayenta and was heading for the south rim of the Grand Canyon, her son Chauntay, lay asleep in the back seat of the mini-van surrounded by candy wrappers, pop bottles and empty Happy Meal boxes. It had been a long and tiresome drive but she was free and she felt good. She thought she would have no trouble finding work in Las Vegas.

Ahead on her left, she saw a gas station with a payphone outside, and thought about maybe giving Dennis a call. She hadn't spoken to him since the night before they had left, hadn't even left him a note, in fact, and she wondered how he was taking the news of their sudden disappearance. "I should at least let him know we're allright", she thought. But no, that would be just inviting trouble. She slowed down as she passed the gas station, but she did not stop. "Maybe when we get to Vegas." She pressed on the gas and the gas station shrunk away in her rear view mirror.

An hour later and seventy miles closer to Vegas, Judy was terrifed to discover that she may have dozed off for a few seconds. She had crossed over the bumps separating the roadway from the shoulder. She got back in the lane and quickly looked back at Chauntay. He was waking up and, god knows, when he wakes up he will be one hungry kid.
Judy got off at the next exit and pulled into a Motel6. The Indian lady at the desk took her credit card, the one with the names "Dennis and Judy..."
Judy held her breath a bit while waiting for the card to get approved. Dennis wouldn't cancel the card, would he?
The approval came through and the Indian lady gave her the key to room 217.

She gave the key card to Chauntay, who always loved opening doors with them. The boy looked at her and said, "What's the number?" As soon as she answered, he was off at a run...up the worn concrete and steel steps to the second level.

Judy sighed and took their suitcases out of the van. She wished she had remembered to bring Dennis's new suitcase with wheels. She lifted the large suitcase and started up the stairs. She would send Chauntay back down for the smaller one. Halfway up the stairs, she could hear the TV blasting from an open door. Sure enough, it was 217.

When she reached the room, she found Chauntay already lying across one of the beds watching Spongebob Squarepants. "Get your feet off the bed!" she barked out of habit, then softened her voice slightly. "I left the other bag down by the van. Go get it for me, okay?" The boy sighed deeply, but crawled off the bed and obediently went back out the door and down to the van.