Re: Let's write a story together...

A very handsome Gnomephella. He had majestic antennae, well-proportioned and quite stylish.  The problem was that his impressive antennae drooped just the tiniest bit.  They drooped just the tiniest bit because they were tired.  Bradforth wasn' particularly tired, it was just his antennae.  The antennae were tired because neither of them knew what a Gnomefella was and they spent each and every day tryng to feel it out.  Then, one day, a glorious day at that, Bradforth came upon Cyannth dancing down a narrow lane.  He …