Warning Frivilous thread!
Below are the first few paragraphs of a story that might get published (as Beet Pulp Fiction) if we can find a backer. The way it works is this: Read the paragraphs, add a few of your own. Bulletin Board rules most definitely apply! Anyone can contribute. If you have questions about the plot, where its going, email me please so the story can continue w/o breaks. When you want to break off, start a leading sentence, ie. “His eyes were…” “Then she said…” and let someone else take over.
General story arc is this: girl is left a fortune, girl buys horse, joins Big Name Trainer’s stable, meets poor boy, trials/tribulations ensue. Questions to answer: Will she stay with Big Name? Will True Love prevail? Will Poor Boy make good? And who is that man who’s always…watching…at ringside? For those who have not lived in Suffering Pines, make up places or use the ones previously mentioned. Suffering Pines folks, maybe you could start a “reference” thread for us? Characters may move around the country at will, but should not make 180 degree shifts from previously described behavior w/o a really good reason (Let’s avoid the Dallas shower scene okay?) Humor is good, personal attacks bad. Tasteful lust (smoldering looks, like in the original Harlequin romances) is okay, Smut is bad. If a kid can’t read it don’t write it! The setting is Moseby’s as Our Characters reflect on the events that brought them all together. Have fun!
SUFFERING PINES -the Beginning
Jackie entered Mosby’s on the Friday night of the Middleburg Classic. The place was packed but over in the corner she spied her friends. As she slid in beside Muffy, Savannah and Vanessa, a casual observer could be forgiven for thinking they were related. They all had that “horsey” look.
It was hard to talk over the music and laughter but the girls managed. They hadn’t been together as a foursome since Devon, and so much had happened since then…
Jackie was just glad to be a part of the group. For years she’d been the outsider looking in unable to afford the quality of horse necessary to compete at this level. She had worked the circuit as a braider and catch rode occasionally. Until that sweet old Suffering Pines matron with more money than sense left her a pile, with a cryptic bequest:
“To Jackie O, I leave the rest of my fortune with this stipulation. That you find true love and show everyone how good true love is.”
That had been some years ago, and amazingly, she still had some money left. Her first order of business had been to buy a horse. After years on the circuit, she knew what she wanted. Finding it had been harder and a story in itself. But find it she had, a horse little girls dreamed of, who looked like…