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I wonder -

If I started a story, a book, an idea would anyone join in? If I gave a starting point could others then take the idea and run with it? The details, what happens, the outcome all your choosing. Would someone else have enough imagination to create something of there own? I did, but before I share it with you all, I give you this one "requirement" you must carry the story on and it must have an ending.

Kinda like a shared story, a book put together by friends and complete strangers. To be clear I am already in the process of turning what I've started into a complete book which I hope to have finished soon, so I don't need any ideas or help. I really just want to give a "preview" before I finish it.

And so OUR Story:

This is a story about Nolan Rager, A 35 year old man born and raised in a little town just outside of Topeka, Kansas. A town where your neighbors know neighbors and the weekly little league game is the talk of the week, a town with the “local bar” feel, the smell of the leaves falling off the tress a natural part of the day.

He grew up the son of a factory foreman, who worked long hours to put food on the table for Nolan and his two brothers. Nolan was the youngest of the three, the last child of a motherless family, his mother leaving when he was but three years old. Growing up he felt he was the reason that his mother had left, all his life having to depend on the memories of things that those around him would tell him about, he would look at old pictures from a time that he barely remembered. The only things that he could only truly remember were the sound of her voice and the smell of her favorite perfume. “Essence(that was the name of it)”- a word that put warmth in his heart, a word that gave him feeling. And the sound of her voice “There’s my sunshine” she would say, Her voice the voice of an angel.

Nolan, like his older brothers played sports growing up, Rodney being the “MVP” at practically everything growing up and his other brother Randy while not quite the “MVP” like Rodney growing up, still found himself with just as many rewards. Nolan however was not as athletic as the other to nor as lucky it would seem, what with the Asthma and the leg braces until he was 9, the result of a family gene passed down on his mothers side and sadly bestowed upon him. For all of the sports and activities that his brother excelled at, Nolan did not, but he had his books and his pet Turtle “Mally”, Nolan and Mally spent a lot of time at the baseball diamond watching his brothers and other neighborhood kids play pick up baseball games, even getting the chance to pick up and throw back any baseballs that had happened to roll his way…..


Alright, I've given you a beginning. The plot and the ending are all up to you....HAVE FUN!

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