A while ago Jeff Noon introduced me to Story Spores when he and EchoVirus12 started releasing them. It was fun to read and watch people expand the mini-verse created in small blocks of 140 characters.
I eventually started to reply with my own continuations on not only the original story but also to extend other peoples take on the initial post. Now I have begun to write my own.
The Rules Are Simple:
1) Reply/Comment on a fiction post.
2) Echo or continue the post.
3) Don’t continue your own post.
4) Keep the character limit similar to the original post.
5) Join in.
The flowers pressed between the blank blotting paper, left and forgotten. The more years pass the more words flow out of the decaying flowers, telling tales of their vivid colours. #StorySpore
The hour rang out signalling that Dusk should leave, Night barged his way in slamming down a hand on the bar. As grey tendrils evaporated only the cold dark blue emptiness was left behind.
The bears danced with smiles upon their faces, danced for their species. They had watched humans, they had watched raccoons and elephants, now they were the fourth to discover Fire. #StorySpore
In walked rabbit, throwing his coat upon the chair making it rock a little. Passing through the kitchen steeling a raspberry from the chopping board, he joins the family on the porch.
“I always will”, said the hound as he left the shade of the tree. “you always will?” replied the tree sending his question on among the leaves and the breeze. #StorySpore
The fox cared not for the new queen as he waved his way, spot from spot. the grey mist trying to catch him and wind its tendrils into his fur. #StorySpore
The crow looked at his list, owl was late and he knew this never bode well. He watched as the sands poured out quickly from the nearest hourglass. Still he waited for owl.
Full length x-rays were cheap to come by, every alley and lay-by featured new colours and contrasts. The decadent paid to have it etched into their skin by hand, forgoing the ease of the tattoo machines. #StorySpore
Deep within the library I pulled out a book, seated at a study table I read the warning on the cover ‘prolonged exposure can cause permanent disappearance’. carefully I open the cover wondering how long before I fade away. #StorySpore
The drift was supposed to be infinite, yet the light grew stronger and nearer, he felt the familiar feeling of an ending being near but just out of site.