Autumn came. The leaves of the trees didn't yet catch that beautiful golden color, as it was just the beginning of September. The sun lost some of its power to caress the skin with its gentle rays.
Today, the sun didn't even show up. It was raining... the atmosphere soaked wet.
Brian Banister was watching through his dirty apartment window the birds as they disappeared on the horizon. He held his old pen with his right hand, sketching in the air unrecognizable words. He loved his pen, it was a gift from his father. In front of him, on a brown desk made of massive wood, stood a white sheet of paper. It was blank. Brian felt like an entire tub of lead was balancing on his soul. The delicate movements of his hand changed into contorting motions. He began to feel furious.
"What am I doing? I have to ... Continue the story. The next poster will continue where you left and so on. You also MUST sketch your part of the story. Doesn't matter how talented you are, keep the fun!