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This is a writing exercise I've seen used before in another guild. Here's how it works: you start with a topic and whoever posts next writes a paragraph describing that topic. Be creative with it. After you've written your paragraph, you pick a new topic for the next person to write about. Easy enough? I'll pick the first topic.

An old ship

His eyes began to ache and his heart began to throb thinking to himself, This could be it! His hard work and pain had finally paid off after many hours of termoil and sleeplessness. The paper was complete, the writer complete but in the wisk of a moment he spotted a mistake. Like a miss stroke of a paint brush his work was ruined and once again he stopped and weeped. Picking himself up again he through away his work as another of the
crumbled paper.

End of the road

Eric woke up in a daze, "I'm hungry," he said as he walked into the kitchen of his apartment. He grabbed the bread from on top of the microwave and popped two pieces into the toaster. He began to make himself bacon and eggs not paying attention to how much time has gone by. "Something is burning? Oh s**t! my toast!" Eric pops the toast up from the toaster. Both pieces are singed. He tries to salvage the toast by scraping the top of the toast with a knife. "Great start to my day. Damn toaster, I'll just go heavy on the butter and jam this morning."

a thunder storm

She passed it every day while walking the dog. When she did, she stopped talking to herself and quieted her mind. That grey car had been there for years. A rusty bike was resting on top of the seats, there were floureshes of moss gathering around the wheel, the steering wheel had dissappeared and there were areas as big as her foot scarrered around and surrounded by welts of raised paint, like some sort of scar. The glass was clean, unbroken and provided a stark contrast to the rest of the car, old and decreppit as it was.
When she was sure she was a safe distance from it, she would sigh with relief and start talking to her dog, telling the dog how they just avoided being caught by the secret police, who she was sure hid some sort of spying equipment in that car. She didn't want the government thinking she was insane.
At one point in time, someone moved the car, probably to the dump. She stopped talking to her dog then.

A hole in the middle of a field.

Madison's hand twitched toward the forbidden box sitting on the desk. Her parents were away, and only her sister was with her. What harm could it do? She reached for the box and pulled it toward her. Taking a deep breath, she opened it. It was empty.

The broken picture frame

It was Sarah's birthday, and boy would she be pleased. I had gotten her the doll she had wanted for the past year! Happy as can be, I walked to Sarah's house and knocked on the door. The party was great and all went well. Sarah opened her present from her mother and father, It was the same birthday present I had gotten her! What could I do? I couldn't run away. When Sarah opened my gift she smiled and said, "Now we can play together!"

An ignored letter

"No, no, no! Please not right now!" Jen slumped in her chair. It was laughing at her. It had to be. Just seconds ago, her computer had been just fine. Now it was completely frozen. The pointer on screen wasn't moving when she poked the mouse. She slammed her hand on the keyboard only to be answered by a loud beep letting her know the computer was pretty much dead. Ignoring the nagging feeling of deja vu, she exectued the tried and true three fingered salute, control-alt-delete. The screen went blank for a moment then came up blue.
"Fatal exception...blah, blah, apllication will be terminated...lose any unsaved information. Of course. This is not my day." This computer had betrayed her for the last time. She wasn't even sure who had decided it would be a good idea for her to take a ten year old computer to college; she only knew it would be the reason for failure at this rate. Tomorrow, this computer would meet the local dumpster, she would look for a new one and hope her checking account could cover most of it.

A tiny shoe

Gwens pulse quickened as she heard the key rattle through the front door lock, and hurried to pick up the pieces of her parents antique mirror that she had carelessy knocked of while rampaging through the house. They weren't soposed to be home for another hour! She paniced, shooting a glance at their alarm clock, resting mockingly on her parents bedside table. She could hear her parents now, chatting about their night out, hanging up their coals on the rack. She snatched up the last peice of broken mirror and threw it underneath her parents bed, along with the frame, and dashed across the hall into her room, shuddering as to what her parents would do when they found out.

The 'help wanted' add.