I have a growing story...

A friend and I are in a writing project of sorts made possible through the powers of the internet... We each write a paragraph of phrase, and then the story passes along to the other for another paragragh or phrase. It is still largely without structure, but here is what we have so far... Sadly, there is still a character with no name. All copyrights are ours.

She couldn't remember yesterday...and tomorrow was fading into the present too...

She existed. That was the place for Cassandra. She was here in one moment and always. She was always.

Cassandra was lonely but she never forgot that she had always existed and would continue to exist for eternity. She was so lonely at one time that she decided to imagine a friend for herself and it worked! She decided to call him "He". Unfortunately for Cassandra he didn't want to be called "He" and even worse than that, he said that he too had always existed and that he was lonely. He also claimed that time itself was an enemy but as soon as he said that they both became very confused and so...

... they baked cookies... without using a timer.
Cookies for breakfast was a long overlooked delight in Cassandra's life until he arrived. He reminded her of the simple joys that have withstood the tests of time as the parts of life that make every day worth living. She again would pause time to stop and smell the roses.

He was quite happy thinking that Cassandra had paused time somehow to appreciate the beauty of nature all around them, until a growing noise far away started to get louder and seemed to be getting nearer. They both remembered the word "thunder" at that moment.

Thunder was an old friend. He had a booming voice and flashing eyes. He had brilliant hair and lightning speed. Yet, he hated when Cassandra would pause time. He lived in the instant. Without the proper passing of time, Thunder could not be. Thunder could, in fact, get caught.


And from there nobody knows where it goes next. What shall we see? Is it a triumvirate about to happen? or merely a not-so-commonplace love triangle? Will they conquer the world and all time and space, or will they bake more cookies? There is no way to know until it is written.