[EDIT] Please see comments as to how to progress moving forward. Are any of the writers on Hubski interested in participating in a progressive short story? I've started something below. Feel free to pick up the ball and run. Also, feel free to edit and revise past versions to suit yours or to fix grammar etc. It's open season on writing... go to town!
kleinbl00, maynard,_refugee_, onehunna, Becoming_Betty, humanodon, lil, Floatbox, AshShields, cW or theadvancedapes, mk, insomniasexx, steve and anyone else that I have forgotten:
As Yet Untitled by: Hubski
"Excuse me," she said, turned her chin to the ground and walked out of the room.
"Where is she going?" asked the chancellor.
The school was founded in 1777, the year they adopted the constitution, or so we've been told. But the constitution wouldn't apply to her and her family for another 159 years. In 1776, the caribou in her town out numbered the people six to one. And until 1976, caribou were still out numbering people. That is, until she was born. She was the first human to tip the scales.
"Fuck the caribou" her brother always said. "What do they do but shit, fuck and shit some more. If they weren't such damn good eatin' I'd say nuke 'em all."
But Ashley wouldn't dream of harming the caribou and harbored a silent guilt for being the one to supposedly out number them.
She had a special affection for the animal. When her grandfather died, he left her his walking stick, that according to him, was carved from the antler of the largest caribou to ever live. To her it looked like ivory, and she treasured it.
After he died, during the summer of her eighteenth year she took to carrying that walking stick everywhere she went, even in to the chambers of "The Administration."
The chancellor coughed, hoping it would trigger her to reenter the proceedings.... [end of thenewgreen's segment]