[David Legg]

Endless paragraph works a little like the 3 word story, but you get to add an entire sentence to the story at a time. It lets you take a little more control of the direction the story is headed, at least for a moment. You also have the ability to build a better lead for someone to add to.

Here goes...


I was out on the river hunting big browns; the kind that lurk in darkness waiting for a rodent to paddle lemming-like on a doomed course across their beat of the river, and I had just slung a deer hair mouse across to the grassy overhanging bank that shadowed a deep slow pool from the seaching gaze of a first quarter Summer moon, and was stripping it in short jerky motions across the casually flowing current to create some disturbance, when suddenly I heard a strange inhuman sound from the tall grass at my back that made the hair on my neck stand up, and my heart suddenly accelerate like a wardrum.

[C Teeter]

As I looked over my shoulder in time to see the tall grass being knocked down by the rapid approach of whatever was making that blood curdling sound the brown of a life time smashed my deerhair mouse and with a somersault that would rival any gymnast he doubled my six wieght and made a dash for the next pool.

[David Legg]

The next thing I knew I had toppled into the water, and the current quickly spun me around and carried me downstream and away from the noise of something large and angry stomping through the tall grass and spindly brush at the water's edge behind me; but then as I came to a wide deep pool, the water slowed, and I felt the now slack line that I still held in my left hand as my right clenched the old worn cork handle of my favorite flyrod, but then suddenly the line went tight, and spun me around again, as the monster brown began to tow me through the water, where I bobbed along held afloat by my tightly belted waders, until my feet finally touched the gently shifting pebbles of a submerged sandbar.

[eastern fly]

I dug my heals in and was able to right myself, like a ship tossed in the wind. Squeezed my rod and listened to the reel sing as a beautful monster brown shown himself flying out of the water.

[David Legg]

I lowered the rod tip and let him run, using my palm on the reel to blunt the run, finally felt the great fish slow, and then was able to raise the tip of the rod and begin to reel some line as the real fight began; the slow tenacious dance of angler and quarry, full of calculation and bridled fury, as the trouts head swung angrily back and forth, trying to free itself from the fur and feather covered curve of metal that bit deeply into its scarred jaw.

[smallieFanatic]

In the back of my mind however, a nagging thought kept interrupting my concentration.


I think this topic encourages run-on sentences

[David Legg]

What was the thing that had charged the bank behind me just before I fell into the water?

[Brian Brown75]

HOLY CRAP ITS BIGFOOT all he wants is my jack links beef jerky though

[David Legg]

So I deftly fished out the pack of jerky from my vest, and held it out for the gigantic hominid, all the time maintaining tension on the line, but as the Sasquatch stepped into the water to take the package with his huge hairy hand, the enormous brown suddenly bolted as if terrified of the strange cryptocreature's scent, or perhaps of the sizable disturbance that size 36 EEEEEEEEE foot made as it was planted in the streambed.

[Brian Brown75]

The brown trout leaped and darted until it floated to the top, scared to death by the Sasquatch.

[David Legg]

The big man, having finished off the Jack Links strode over, unhooked the fish, and stomped off with it in his hairy mitt, munching it down head first like a hot dog. "Hey thanks for the photo op," I yelled after Bigfoot as he quickly and noisily disappeared in the brush. "Nobody's ever going to believe this," I muttered to myself." Then I reeled in my line, checked my leader and fly, and found them undamaged. "Looks like he's done this before," I thought to myself, and then headed upstream in search of more trout.