Subject: Lets write an online triathlon novel... I'll start...add it in, keep it to about 50-100 words before leaving the next person to continue...
Tom's breath was visible in front of him, curly wisps of steam like vapour as he stepped outside, his running shoes crunching on the frosty grass. The cold hit him as he moved forward, closing the door behind him.
Dammit, he thought, not for the first time, why do I do this? Why do I get our of bed so early to train? His thoughts wandered back to his girlfriend still tucked up in bed inside. Hmmm, well, Brad would be waiting down at the corner, ready as usual to push him along on the morning run.
But as Tom jogged slowly down his drive, he suddenly became aware of something....odd. he couldn't put his finger on it. Wait...was that... |