Amateur "fan-fiction" has shown up on several forums. How about someone throwing out an idea or subject then anyone who wanted to would write a page or a chapter to continue the story?
He typed in the password to the g-mail account. It was an older account set up under a screen-name over a decade ago but had remained open and was used only for junk-mail. Each member of the Owls knew the password and would login whenever they spotted a reference to bow-fishing in the chat-box on the forum. When the email account opened, he paid no attention to the in-box but selected the Draft Messages menu and scrolled down until he saw a subject heading labeled "Waste Collection Services", clicked and carefully read the content before high-lighting the message to delete and replacing the draft message with one word, "Tonight". He saved the draft and logged out of the g-mail account, he rubbed the silver medallion around his neck "Owls Prey by Night".
He always was considered an ODD DUCK, in regulat Society. Always sat with his back to the wall, and where he could see the whole room. Never made a scene, or was loud, if he even spoke at all.. Always dressed in neat, clean, clothes, that were a decade or two out of style... Presented himself as a quiet Man, that absoultly NOONE world expect had such a Heroic & Honorable background... Not all that big, at 5’ 10 and one half inches, 185# dripping wet, but agile, wirey, and very fit, which one would never guess thru the clothes that he wore... To the “Trained Eye” he was someone to NOTE, but. to the rest of the world, he was just part of the Furniture...
