** HEY YOU ! YEAH, YOU ! ** We’re all too hot and stressed, and the summer’s just getting going. Let’s crack open a nice iced tea, and write a story together!!
Rules: We each get to take a shot. Your shot has to be at least one paragraph. Introduction of new characters is not a necessity in each new posting, but may be viewed as expanding the horizons of the story. Nothing gets written that’s ban-worthy, after all- Charles Dickens wrote a ton of fine books and never was banned from the Straight Dope :D.
So…here we go unless this is too MPSIM-mmy for MPSIMS. Enjoy !
**Chapter the First. **
Madeline Crane stood back from her handiwork, and smiled. Her eyes stung with sweat and her body was covered with a generous dusting. After slaving for so many years in the Formica mines of Philly, she felt elated at the simplest self-motivated act. It was a pity that she would have to wait until morning to view it in it’s entirety, but then what with the New Orthodoxy being enforced so rigidly, she dared not light a torch by which to see it now. She climbed up out of the pit, and sat down on a milk crate that served as her chair. The night settled in around her easily like familiar friends at a weekly game of Spades. She chewed ice contentedly, gazing up at the billboard images thrown upon the surface of the moon by laser from Earth. Her parents apparently remember a time when it’s surface was untouched by LaserAds. She smiled at the quaint idea.