Before I start, I wanted to let you know I did start another blog. Yes, I'm crazy. Christine's Journey is my writing blog and I will be on it on a regular basis. The other one, Ramblings of an Overage YA Reader, will only be updated every so often. I will mainly have book reviews and how the adult world perceives adult YA readers. Trust me, I've had some weird moments. If you get a chance check it out.
Welcome to Writing the Next Line. This is not a new activity by any means so I can't take credit for it.
The Rules: In your comment you must continue the story so whoever is first to comment must continue from where I left off and the next person to comment must pick up from where the last comment left off and so on. Please keep each comment 1-2 lines but come back as often as you like. This post will be up for a couple of days so keep the story going. When I return, I will put the whole thing together and post it. Should be fun! The story starts below:
The clouds stretched across the full moon which made it look like it wore a collar. The shadows from the bare limbs created a spider web like pattern on the small dirt path. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the chilled winter air and walked ahead. Of course, I was the one who had to gather the firewood. Old reliable. Plus, I wasn't passed out or throwing up in a toilet, so I was the only capable one. Josie, my best friend, thought it would be a brillant idea to have a party at her father's log cabin in the middle of winter. Little did she realize, you had to keep a fire going so we wouldn't freeze to death.
I picked up a couple of sticks and placed them in a leather bag. A light breeze rustled a few dead leaves and pushed the lifeless limbs above me to create a creaking sound. I could hear Ryan's bellowing laugh, echo through the hills.
Nothing like attracting attention.The cabin wasn't far. I knew to stay close. Being in the woods, at night, by yourself, can make you a little anxious. I walked down the path further, quickening my step.
A scratching noise, like a knife to a rock, came from my right. I held my breath. It could be the trees dancing in the breeze. I hesistantly searched and saw nothing. Adrenaline began to pump through me and my body shook a little.
It's only an animal of some sort. Finish and get back to the cabin.
I continued to gather some more wood when the scratching started to my left, but this time it was closer.
Now it's your turn. Have fun!