The One Paragraph Story.

The concept here is a collaborative effort to create literature worthy of our esteemed membership. I will start the tome and it will finish itself in time with your creativity.

As wet as it was, these mossy rocks seemed a trap set to capture the victim of curiosity. Still, he needed to know what was under that torn canopy of dirt stained sailcloth before going the rest of the way. Getting to this beach was way too hard to abandon the quest without finding out.

 

The sun warmed canvas
cloaking possible treasures underneath
appeared dry on the surface.

Milo gently peeled away one corner and was met with an overwhelming scent of mold.

 

Realizing the mold would disintegrate with the light of the sun,
he removed the canvas and released the power of ultraviolet radiation, and uncovered unidentifiable bones with minuscule fragments of flesh and gold.