Collaborative Fiction

The Longest Ride - Final Chapter

Mad Scientist — 2006-06-04T23:22:02Z

Driving down the road, tom looks to janet. They catch each other's eyes just as a meteor strikes killing them and incinerating everything within 100 yards. <>

Missing Chapter...?

anomaly — 2004-10-01T03:26:06Z

You guys say a chapter is missing? Any idea how many posts were in the missing chapter and roughly when they took place? I'll do what I can to dig them up..... -Bill

The Long Ride Chapter 3

viper — 2004-07-24T16:19:19Z

The Long Ride Discussion Thread 4

viper — 2004-08-23T15:38:29Z

Hi .. I don't know who's the better here... you or you ? ummm ummm ummm What to do ?? what to do ??

The Long Ride Chapter III - DISCUSSION THREAD

frolix — 2004-07-24T23:29:30Z

I want to write so bad but I can't. I still have no idea where we are in the story. Am I right in assuming that the group hasn't even left the KOA yet? I liked where Sudz was going with the trip to the reservation and the Weatherford group but can't see how we can get back there if it was nothing but a dream. As a matter of fact, now that I'm thinking about it what happened to the group once they got on the road and I placed them in a traffic jam? Evidently it was just a minor snag. :) -frolix

The Long Ride- Chapter 2

viper — 2004-06-24T23:53:26Z

The Nissan roadster wheeled into the parking lot and pulled in front of the restaurant sending a small cloud of dust into the air around it. As Tallulah looked around before getting out she noticed all the motorcycles parked in and around the pool area off to the side of the main office. There were campers and people stirring about as several families came and went riding in every conceivable kind of recreational vehicle. Small children were having a time trying to coax a large playful dog into a pickup truck with a rather large camper trailer behind it.

She pulled the top up on the convertible locked the doors and entered the dimly lit room taking a seat at a booth near the door.

A waitress motioned she would be right there as four bikers walked by giving the woman in the red halter top and cut off shorts the eye as she reached for a menu.

She was used to the attention given by men. Her training as a ballerina assured her she had the looks and moves to draw that attention and she reveled in it. She loved having men follow her moves as she gracefully swayed to and fro when walking.

This was her chance to prove herself. This was her chance to show how much woman she is.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the waitress. “Good morning, madam, I’m Wanda I’ll be your server this morning would you like coffee?”

She looked at the frail young girl. “Probably only sixteen or seventeen at most.” She thought. “Yes, please.”

“Would you like some time with the menu or are you ready now?”

“I think I’m ready. I’d like French toast with maple syrup and peanut butter on the side.”

“Really?” asked the astonished girl.

“Really.” She replied not bothering to glance at the youngster’s face.

“Coming right up. I’ll have your coffee in just a second.” She bounced off toward the small breakfast bar waving to a middle aged man who she seemed to know.

She grabbed the coffee pot and poured the cup bringing it over and placing it on the table just as the door opened and the girl from the gas station entered seeing Tallulah sitting she motioned for Wanda to follow.

Walking to the side entrance she looked around again at Tallulah. “That woman came in the station a while ago asking some questions about some guys she says she saw coming out the marsh. She seemed to think it was very strange they asked when the dumpster would be picked up.”

Two bikers sitting next to the women over heard the comment threw down several dollars and immediately left.

"The Long Ride" - DISCUSSION THREAD - II

frolix — 2004-06-28T15:10:54Z

The other was becoming unweildly! -frolix

Look what I found...

frolix — 2004-07-01T19:59:06Z

'http://phaistos.ucsd.edu/~arobert/Bcf/AHoB.html'>http://phaistos.ucsd.edu/~arobert/Bcf/AHoB.html Copycats. -frolix

Discussion Thread - "The Long Ride"

frolix — 2004-04-17T00:19:54Z

I decided we needed to go ahead and start a discussion thread for our use in talking about anything and everything pertaining to the story thread entitled “The Long Ride”. I too have a first chapter to submit. Sudz, shall we use your beginning thread even though it's entitled “Chapter I”? I assume we'll want one long thread for the entire story/film/TV show/book...whatever it's gonna be this time. Sudz, why don't you tell everybody your suggestion about how the story might unfold as far as biking cross country, stopping along the way to get involved in different stuff as we go. Though it's been said before, I hope that everyone who reads this will want to jump in and contribute to the story in their own way. As Viper mentioned earlier, there are really no rules at all except that no one can change anything that's already been posted nor re-define or change the basic personalities of existing characters. Is that about it? Maybe Viper can write a short FAQ here or in another thread. Sudz, I love your first chapter! I knew I would. I'm hoping we can get a number of distinct characters fleshed out before we actually take off...kinda get to know one another and how we might all fit together for the long haul. And with that, I think I'll go next! Thanks again, anomaly! -frolix

Luna!

frolix — 2004-06-21T12:47:38Z

Please come back to the story! I miss you, miss your writing and input. If Luna and Cam are still wrapped up back home, be someone else...please?! -frolix

The Long Ride - Part I - Chapter 1

sudz — 2004-04-16T23:52:25Z

The white dust boiled around the tires of the Harley. The bushes that hung over the road from either side, forming a green tunnel, were draped in dust from previous traffic. The long March of 2004 had been the dryest March on record and April didn't appear to be much of an improvement. A Quarter Horse lifted its head from the spring grass, glanced calmly at the passing bike then went back to its task of pulling the tender morsels of greenery from the earth. Even at five miles per hour, Sudz could smell his own dust as a slight breeze pushed it from his tires and into his face. He ignored the small irritation and concentrated on the upcoming encounter. He leaned a bit to the left as the road turned a curve and the small frame house came into view. It was a Jim Walter pier house with siding that was in need of power washing. A rusty ten year old ford sat in front and a small Azalea bush displayed its violet flowers in a futile attempt to bring some beauty to the otherwise homely dwelling. Sudz tensed inside as he drew closer and the rear yard of the house came into view. There, proudly sitting in the middle of the back yard, stood a free standing carport supported by two parallel rows of upright 6'X6' timbers and covered by a bright new tin roof. It was immediately obvious what was the purpose of the structure because the only item it shaded and protected was the Harley. Sudz almost chuckled at the sight and thought 'Red neck gazebo.' The bike under the structure was a work of art. It was a true masterpiece of craftsmanship and artistic rendering. Sudz coasted to a stop and put a foot onto the dusty road. He allowed his eyes to caress the bike from one end to the other. The bright green metallic paint he had so recently and lovingly applied reflected the light and stood out like a naked woman at a church picnic. Instinctively, he squinted his eyes and looked for flaws. Like most artists, he knew he was his own worse critic. Even after all the care he had taken in restoring the bike and all the 'final inspections' he had made before releasing the machine to its owner, he still found himself looking for the flaw he may have missed. He found none. The side door of the house opened with a slight squeek. From inside emerged the figure of a pretty young woman wearing a flowery apron over a pair of cutoff jeans and a red shirt with white polka dots. The buttons of the shirt were open and the tails were tied in a square knot just below her small breasts. She stepped out onto the small deck and the sun engulfed her. Her eyes squinted and she used the back of her hand to brush back a strand of loose hair from her face, hooking it behind her ear. 'Hay there, Mister Sudz,' she called out. Her mouth may have been smiling or it may have been the way she pulled her lips back as she squinted into the sun. Sudz decided it was the latter. He lifted his boot from the edge of the road and kicked down the stand. Then he stood, swinging his other leg over the rear of the bike and removing his helmet at the same time. He looked again at the woman and in his growling voice asked 'Where's Crank?' 'Somem' wrong, Mister Sudz?' she asked nervously. 'I don't know. Is it?' he stood his ground as if he was standing guard over his bike. She turned and looked back into the house through the open doorway. 'Frank!' she yelled. 'Somebody's here to see you.' Frank appeared behind her almost instantly. He had to have been standing just out of sight all along. 'Whatcha say, Sudz?' he grinned. Sudz looked the couple over without answering. Frank was tall and lanky and the white t-shirt he wore was smeared with a rust colored stain across the belly. His wife was small and petite, but her modest clothing seemed clean and crisp even for the spring heat. Frank gave up waiting for Sudz to speak and came down the wooden steps with his fingers jammed into the front pockets of his overly tight Levis. His body language told Sudz he knew why Sudz was here. The boy was obviously scared and trying to hide it. Sudz decided on some body language of his own. He perched the helmet on the seat of the bike and walked up the slight incline to meet Frank. He kept moving until his face was inches from Frank's. The move was unexpected and Frank's eyes showed a momentary panic, wondering if Sudz was going to hit him. With his face close enough for Frank to smell his breath, Sudz growled, 'The check you wrote to finish paying for the bike work. You knew it was no good, didn't you?' Frank feigned surprise. 'You mean it bounced?' 'You knew it would.' 'No, Sudz. I swear.' 'Crank, you know I don't take checks. Your's was the first check I've taken in years. I deal in money. You paid with money all during the work I did. Now you want the last payment to slide by sticking me with a worthless check.' Frank could stand the closeness no longer. He opened his long slim arms outward, palms up and stepped backward two steps. 'I swear, Sudz,' he said. 'I thought I had enough in there for that. It's probably just a mistake. I get paid tomorrow. I'll make it good.' 'Just give me five hundred and six dollars and that'll make it good,' Sudz moved a few inches forward to emphasize his demand. 'I will,' Frank was almost trembling. 'I'll bring it by your shop when I get off at three tomorrow.' 'That ain't good enough, Crank. You've got the bike now and all I've got is a piece of toilet paper with your name on it.' 'Sudz I ain't got it on me, man. Give me till tomorrow, please.' Sudz glared into Frank's eyes for a long moment. A movement from the deck caught his eye and he glanced at Frank's wife. She was watching with tense eyes, wringing her apron in her small hands. Sudz looked into Frank's eyes again. A horsefly buzzed a circle around Frank's head. Sudz turned and walked the few paces to his bike, calmly picked up and donned the helmet. Taking his time as if he might turn back, he swung his leg over the machine and sat down. A touch of his finger to the starter button and the motor rumbled to life. He eased forward onto the lawn and pulled alongside the shiny green bike under the backyard awning and slowed to a stop. He looked at the bike a long minute, gunned the motor and swung around. As he passed the fearful man still standing where he had left him, Sudz slowed again and pointed his finger at Frank with his thumb up. He dropped the thumb like the hammer of a gun and sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hey Mad Scientist!

frolix — 2004-05-07T12:30:46Z

I think a man with a heart of stone would be a perfect addition to our story! Will you consider joining in? A rough-and-tumble man's man, completely unfazed by women's wiles, wanting only to straddle a hard fast piece of machinery, killing bears and problematic people along the way and then cooking them on an open fire...wow, what a character! OR - since some people like to write the exact opposite of who they really are, you could be a small gay man named Peaches who wears tight lycra muscle shirts and whose motorcycle is custom painted with lavender and mauve snapdragons. Whaddaya think? -frolix

Busy Weekend

sunndew — 2004-05-07T20:07:49Z

I have a very busy weekend that has already started so I wont be around till Monday. Ya'll stay safe and have fun with Heather! :-P

..and on the 6th day....a forum was born..

anomaly — 2004-04-16T23:28:52Z

seeing as that i just finished the last left behind book and keeping with my theme of speaking in “bible speak” in everything I say... “So I say into you dudes, I will ascend into the forum databases and create a place where my visitors may collaborate on spreading the word of fiction. And ye who visit this place will see it and know that it is good. For ye users will rein over it's contenance and bring fourth tales for ever and ever, amen.” anomaly