The last raincoat

"And that makes ten," Raymond muttered. He raised the collar of his coat in a vain effort to ward off the bitter southerly. Straight from Antarctica that one was, with no stopover in Tahiti on the way. Something was grabbing at his ankles. He looked down and saw a small dog with floppy ears. One ear was scored with scars (he liked the alliteration - well someone has to).

"Tough life for you," he said as pleasantly has his naturally leering features would allow. He bent over to pat the dog on its head, receiving a nip at the base of his thumb for his pains.

"You didn't have to do that!" Raymond was almost sure that the response from the dog was a "Yerright," but at that moment he forgot all about it...

Opening the account

Once upon a time there was a man named Bernard, who loved stories. He loved reading them. He loved writing them. He loved making them up and telling them to children. He loved stories in books, stories in movies, stories in comics, and best of all stories told aloud. But Bernard didn't have time for proper writing so he decided to start a blog about stories where people could collaborate in writing them. Please join him.

The other story writers were a friendly bunch and they kept to a set of simple rules to make things pleasant for each other. They labeled their stories to let people read a single story line. They played nicely with each other's characters and didn't suddenly change their personality or kill them off without a second thought. The remembered that all sorts of people could read the blog and kept the stories appropriate.