Kinkywonderland writes the next big novel

[prettyFace]

The quality of literature produced these days isn't much to write home about. There are simply no Hemingways, Kafkas or Cervanteses being born these days. I blame smart phones.

Luckily, there is a way to fix it. Our community can come together and write a novel together. If we do, I don't see how the next Nobel Prize for Literature could possibly not be awarded to us.

I'll kick us off with the first paragraph. The next person will add a paragraph of their own, then the next one, and so on, until we write the best novel since... I dunno, Fifty Shades or something.

 

[prettyFace]

Alex wasn't born yesterday. Alex knew what they were up to. They were trying to frame Alex for the heist. Alex didn't steal the jewels. If the jewels had been stoken at all, that is. And Alex sure as hell wasn't going to take the fall for anyone. No, Alex was not going to prison again. The food inside wasn't worth it. But luckily, Alex had a plan.

 

[saltychip]

Alex sat on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table and began to think. He knew if anyone stole the jewels it was rhat no good kid Mitch a few blocks over. Mitch was mixed up in all kinds of trouble and this was exactly the kind of trouble he liked to get into. But how could he find out, let alone prove it was him? Who would help believe it wasnt himself?

 

[misskubo]

He knew Mia from years back, and sort of was friends with her. She'd always been clever and more so she'd always been attractive, and she knew how to use those qualities. Word was she worked as an escort now, highly in demand and able to pick her own clients. Secretly, he'd always had an idea of them together in the back of his mind, but had never dared voice it out loud, enjoying the friendship and the benefit of her sharp wit never being aimed in his direction.

But, it had been years back. He had no idea if the number he had saved was still hers.