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Calling all frustrated (but lazy) writers.
Anybody fancy writing a collaborative novel via the medium of CycleChat?
Just post your short contribution to carry on from the previous post. Let's see where it goes. The inevitable millions earned from E Book sales and film rights will be split, sort of equally, between all authors.
Flint knew his way around this city; His city. He was top of the food chain, still, a feeling of foreboding shrouded him uneasily today.
Braking harshly caused a small back wheel skid upon the smooth tarmac, Flint had arrived at his destination. The solid, carved wood door was designed to impress, Flint glanced at the name upon the brass plate, his eyes narrowed slightly, he knew what needed to be done.
Anybody fancy writing a collaborative novel via the medium of CycleChat?
Just post your short contribution to carry on from the previous post. Let's see where it goes. The inevitable millions earned from E Book sales and film rights will be split, sort of equally, between all authors.
CHAPTER ONE
Flint McSteel knew it was time to leave, the question was how? Deciding instantly upon the Raleigh Pioneer, he was soon gliding through the mean urban streets.
Flint knew his way around this city; His city. He was top of the food chain, still, a feeling of foreboding shrouded him uneasily today.
Braking harshly caused a small back wheel skid upon the smooth tarmac, Flint had arrived at his destination. The solid, carved wood door was designed to impress, Flint glanced at the name upon the brass plate, his eyes narrowed slightly, he knew what needed to be done.
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