[EDIT] Please see comments as to how to progress moving forward. Are any of the writers on Hubski interested in participating in a progressive short story? I've started something below. Feel free to pick up the ball and run. Also, feel free to edit and revise past versions to suit yours or to fix grammar etc. It's open season on writing... go to town!
kleinbl00, maynard,_refugee_, onehunna, Becoming_Betty, humanodon, lil, Floatbox, AshShields, cW or theadvancedapes, mk, insomniasexx, steve and anyone else that I have forgotten:
As Yet Untitled by: Hubski
"Excuse me," she said, turned her chin to the ground and walked out of the room.
"Where is she going?" asked the chancellor.
The school was founded in 1777, the year they adopted the constitution, or so we've been told. But the constitution wouldn't apply to her and her family for another 159 years. In 1776, the caribou in her town out numbered the people six to one. And until 1976, caribou were still out numbering people. That is, until she was born. She was the first human to tip the scales.
"Fuck the caribou" her brother always said. "What do they do but shit, fuck and shit some more. If they weren't such damn good eatin' I'd say nuke 'em all."
But Ashley wouldn't dream of harming the caribou and harbored a silent guilt for being the one to supposedly out number them.
She had a special affection for the animal. When her grandfather died, he left her his walking stick, that according to him, was carved from the antler of the largest caribou to ever live. To her it looked like ivory, and she treasured it.
After he died, during the summer of her eighteenth year she took to carrying that walking stick everywhere she went, even in to the chambers of "The Administration."
The chancellor coughed, hoping it would trigger her to reenter the proceedings.... [end of thenewgreen's segment]
Ashley stopped in her tracks. The chancellor cocked his head as she turned to face him, with a smirk of thinly veiled indignation plastered on his raggedy old face. "As you were explaining to the Council..." The chancellor said, his voice booming through the large, empty hall of the Administration. Ashley coughed and cleared her throat. Choked back all of the disgust she had for the man perched in the high stand in front of her. "The caribou are synonymous with this region," she said. A scoff from one of the Council members. "The tuktu herds have been grazing on the lichens and wild mushrooms since before our people settled these lands. They provide balance to our fragile territory, a balance we disrupted." "They eat from my willows," said one of the Council members. A cross, snooty old woman in a ceremonial wig three sizes too big for her head. "They leave my poor willow trees patchy and half-bare. And all of the waste. Pests." She turned her head up in distaste at the thought of the horned beasts. "Are you finished, my dear?" The chancellor said, his eyes locked on the gnarled walking stick in the fragile girl's arms. Ashley stood in silence. The taste in her mouth was a sour one. The Council was an immovable object, not like the caribou, who migrated and traveled the lands. Never staying in one spot for long. They understood that movement was survival, and the Council, a solitary crumbling wall of bullheadedness seemed to be decaying before her eyes. "Motion denied," The chancellor said without even waiting for a vote. He slammed a twisted wooden gavel down on the flat surface of the stand. "The annual Reaping will proceed as usual, at the start of the coming week, the Winter Solstice before the migration period." Ashley looked around at the faces of the council, scrambling to find any trace of sorrow among them. But the decision was final, and it was final in their faces. It was them against her. And the caribou haven't exactly a say in the matter.
The wig was an amazing touch. Somehow that wig gave her a voice when I read her dialog. Well done, I'm excited to see where this leads. For anyone reading this that is interested in participating: AshShields will be posting part 3 and if you'd like to follow Ash, you can let him know in that post that will be tagged #storyclub
I like it... #storyclub in the hizzouse. This is a good idea, one that could work perfectly with Hubski's format.
This sounds like amazing fun. Are we constructing it in the comments of this post? (If so, I've already ruined it?!)
Yes, in the comments. Also... cW join in dammit! EDIT: Not Comments....Perhaps, someone should claim "part 2" and then someone "part 3" etc. We can make a new post for each and therefore no over lap. Key is to "shout out" to others. Who is in? theadvancedapes, are you next?
I'll definitely be joining in, and I like the sound of separate posts - that way people can follow the tag and get the whole thing, too, instead of coming back to one thread. I'll probably jump in third, maybe?
COOL! So, theadvancedapes, are you good with the #2 spot? Then, we've got Ash in #3 and beyond that...? Key is, when you make your post do a shout out to all of the other writers so we can keep this train-a-goin. This should be fun!
Alright, I could do #2 spot tonight. Is the hashtag #shortstory (?)
#hubskiwritingclub? The only potential qualm I have with that is that it could also be used for sharing other writing, which would be nice but may make the progressive story harder to find/keep up with. But, variation is good, I think.
theadvancedapes, I've changed it to #storyclub, let's use that.
AshShields thenewgreen I'm going to have to bow out of doing part 2. I haven't written fiction in a long time, I think I want to see someone else develop this story before I add my part.
AshShields, it seems onehunna has capably picked up the mantle. Ash, can you take part 3 and make a new post including mine and onehunna's parts? Please tag the others to ask who is next in the rotation? onehunna, very well done :)