She skipped her way through a light spell. As she finished the last sweeping gesture, the tracery of her footprints began to glow.

That feels like it has the potential to become *something*...

For now, it's becoming the start to a pass-on story, if anyone's interested.

edit: datebump so it's on the first page

(usual rules, continue the story in comments)

On Tuesday, Martha discovered that she could fly.

(and, hey, if you want to add to any of my older pass-on stories, the convenient tag is right there--please leave an OOC note here if ya do, though, so I know to look)

edit: son of datebump
edit: grandson of date-bump, others available through tag.

I'm hoping *one* of these will go somewhere instead of fizzling out after about 10 exchanges. Feel free to check the tags and add to one of the older ones, too, if you get any inspiration.
As usual, continue the story in comments.

"But, who's going to tame the riding squirrels if you leave?" she asked plaintively.

As per challenge issued here. Usual pass-on story rules (continue the story in comments, keep it to relatively short segments; this is a lot longer than a typical pass-on story segment, but I needed it to match the challenge). Bonus points if you can work in more of the story prompts.

( Actual fic bit cut, because it was getting *long*. Also, most of the edits. )

'm going to try to start another pass-on story
Usual rules: type, in a comment, a continuation of the existing story, no more than a few sentences.

"So. Are you going to *tell* me where we're going, or are you just messing with my head?"
"But it's supposed to be a *surprise*!"
"The problem with that is, I'm *driving*."

edit: date bump

Same rules as last time

"Ok. I think I know what you want with the potato chips and the power tools, but what on *Earth* are the hamsters for?"

Sarah looked up at me. "Bait."

Basic concept: comment with the next few lines (starting from the previous comment) of the story. Everybody join in now!

prompt:

"I am never, never, *never* joining in on one of your crazy schemes again, Sarah. Never. You hear me? Never again."

Sarah looked at me. "But where else am I going to find somebody who knows how to hotwire a