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Category: Writing and Poetry
The Collaborative Story writing exercise can be found on the TimBookTu Discussion Board under the Word Games...Just For Fun forum heading.
Each person contributes a few sentences to keep the story going and base their input on what has been written so far. I've color-coded each contributors paragraphs just so that you can see what each person wrote. Here are the first several paragraphs. To read more, visit the forum at: http://tb2.timbooktu.com/viewtopic.php?t=1130
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Old men who once pushed plows down long and narrow furrows of loamy soil in verdant fields now toiled behind the weight of the push broom as they tilled the dirt of the long and narrow hallways of office buildings. James was one of those men who toiled long hours, yet he longed for something better.
So after hours James could be found on the rooftop of the very same office building that he'd just spent hours cleaning, writing in his notebook. This notebook held James' future, for little did he know that one day his natural talent for written expression would change his life.
From his perch atop the office building, James had a hawks-eye view of life below on the city streets. The pagentry of a society too busy to slow down and notice the important things in life unfolded before him. Into his notebook went his observations of mankind at its most frenetic pace.
He noticed how any new electronic gadget that was advertised, we just had to get it. From cellphones to ipods you name it. You can hardly get a hello, how are you doing anymore. Everyone's preoccupied with their new gadget.
James realized that these gadgets had become our new form of communication. Seldom is a word spoken between two people anymore, but our fingers are busy talking all of the time by keyboarding, texting and mouse clicking. And James understood rather quickly that he better become efficient with reading between the lines.
It was nice to be lost in personal thought as James had been for the bulk of this evening, but as always the end of the day approached and as always reality raised its ugly head. While he realized the folly of his musings about the isolation of mankind with all its progress and gadgets born to make life easier, were nice and pleasant, he also realized that soon it would be time for him to return to the reality of the broom and the long ass hallways he'd come to know so well. So with some reluctance he packed his belongings and prepared to make the descent down the fire escape ladder from the rooftop and back into his own personal realilty.
Although James worked with a crew of older men, he was the youngest of them at age 45. Most of them were well past retirement age but had continued to work in order to survive. As James reached his floor and was retrieving his supplies, he heard the ominous clicking of heels down the corridor. The rapid click...click...click...click of the heels signaled the arrival of the one person he didn't need to see as he began his shift - Delmonica Heningburg, the assistant building manager.
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For more, go to: http://tb2.timbooktu.com/viewtopic.php?t=1130
3:10 PM
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