Collective Writing - an experiment
I had an idea, and I wonder if it would be something worth trying. I know there has been similar posts before, but this one is a bit more ambitious. I’ll write something, and the first person to comment continues the story, and the next comment continues and so on and so forth. You can write anything you want to, as long as it somehow connects to what the previous person has written.
A week from now I will post all we’ve written together and continue the story, and of course you continue that one as well. My hope is that one month from now we will have a story to publish on our blogs.
What do you think, could this work? Maybe I’m just daydreaming again? OK, here goes nothing 
He, she, they. A collection of thoughts spiraling down the cosmic rays of utter ignorance into what seemed be to like an orgasmic big bang of the mind. His, hers, theirs. One after the other they all seemed to be connected to one another for one single moment, one moment of a fraction of a second that stretched to go on forever. They had cracked the secret, they were on to something greater than themselves. Like dogs they were, shackled to a heavy chain. They had created something they hadn’t any control over any longer. Time itself hung over their heads, still it hung, motionless like a black hole sucking everything in its path into itself. Death is like Pink Panther.
Which in this case was quite ironic, as they both loathed the colour pink. To them pink was like a slap in the face from someone who really only want bad things to happen to you. And just as the hurtfull slap of death by the colour pink, they knew that their discovery would not go unnoticed from prying eyes. Somehow they both knew that as sure as death is like Pink Panther, they would have a hard time avoiding the Pink Panther they knew was going to sniff up their trail.