In case you are wondering: Yes, you are included in "We're all."
See, I had this idea a while back, but I'm not quite certain how the execution will work. Perhaps it will work splendidly, and a bunch of new readers will travel here and start following the blog and we'll all have a big orgiastic internet storytelling adventure. Perhaps, on the other hand, this experiment will fail horribly. We'll see...
I am going to post the first three sentences of a story. In the comments section, you can write the next three sentences of the story. The next person can write the next three sentences. Et cetera.
You can write as many continuations of the story as you would like, with one stipulation: Three other people must post before you can post again.
There are no other rules. You can introduce new characters. You can develop the direction of the story. You can write in whatever style you write in. We're all writing this story together.
(Anytime you are about to post an addition to the story, I advise you to check and make certain no new additions have been made before posting, that way the story will stay continuous and congruent.)
This will continue until Friday at 4:PM EST. Then I'll shut down the comments section, and if there is no conclusion I'll take care of that.
If this sparks something for you (that is, if you decide to help us further the story, or if you just decide to check back frequently and read the story as it progresses), please help us spread the word. The more people who know about this, the quicker the story will grow and the grander it will become. Use your blog, your twitter, your facebook, your boss's email account. Whatever. Here is the short link to this post: http://bit.ly/9JkKyH
Let's write this story together.
Let's have a bit of fun.
Three sentences. Wait three people. Give us three more.
The storyteller squatted and picked up dirt from the ground and kept walking and let the dirt trickle down through his fingers, and the wind caught the dirt.
The young boy walked alongside the storyteller.
"Be cautious of where you march your feet," the storyteller said, and the young boy quit walking.