If you've been to this site and actually thought it was a good idea to come back, then you just might enjoy this. I never intended to have out going links on this page, but the idea of a group story just sounded like too much fun. It brings me back to the old days sitting around the campfire and just letting the imagination run wild- screaming "purple bunny! purple bunny purple bunny!" everytime the smoke started hoarding your way. So hop over, place your fingers down, and let your thoughts carry you away!

This is where it begins:

The rain was pouring. It was dark. Eliza was tired. She continued to wait for Tom by the tree per their discussion. Frustrated, she lit a cigarette.

She looked down a her shoes, her left one soaked. She lifted her foot to inspect her sole. As she suspected, it was cracked, the rubber of her trusty old Chuck Taylors had given up.

"That's what you get for hanging onto shoes you owned in highschool," she thought to herself.