Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Writing the Next Line

This post will be up for a few days. It will be Thanksgiving here, and I will be spending time with the family. I've also decided to try something different with this session. Thanks to Jen's suggestion--I decided to continue the last session. Everyone was left hanging, and I thought it might be neat to see where this would go. Plus, my head couldn't come up with something new (I was sick, but I'm better now. Medicine makes my brain a little foggy). So I'm starting where the last authors left off (you may want to read it from the beginning to get what has happened). Here's the last session--click here. Here's the recap--click here.

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:



Behind me I heard a whuff of breath and I spun around, but there was nothing. The scratching started again, this time to my right. I suppressed the urge to look when something grabbed me and covered my mouth. The hand reeked of petrol and smoke, and I chocked as I tried to breathe. I felt hot breath curl its way around my ear and leave it cold in the frosty air. i tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came from my deep in my throat. I gathered all my strength and with all my might, I broke the person's hold around me. I turned sharply to see who this was.
"Oh my God!" I shouted. "I thought you were dead!"

"Jesus Abby, chill for a minute," he said "I'm not trying to hurt you."

Hurting me was no longer my concern, why I was seeing & talking to my dead boyfriend was.

"I'll explain in a minute," he said, his voice low and tight with panic, "but first we need to get out of here."



If you are in the states, have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Have a great weekend everyone!!
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  1. And so we logged out of the game and I called Mark. He had told me his avatar had been permanently killed. He had certainly better have a good explanation for this! I had been counting on him to help me get through the quest of remembrance at Aldebran.

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  2. His hand laced around mine, that safety I'd always felt with him returning. We scurried around downed tree boughs and ducked under drooping limbs. That is until my boy boot snagged a lazy piece of brush and I fell...into nothingness.

    (this is fun. nice, C)

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  3. I didn't have time to scream, the blackness enveloped my senses and then I landed with a thump on my bum. My hands caressed feathers.

    Where was I? I felt like Alice in Wonderland.

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  4. I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with. Love the picture. :D (naturally this comment is not part of the event). ;)

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  5. It turned out I had landed in the nest of a Giant Roc, which was just now waking, stirred by my impact.

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  6. The Roc stared at me, yellow eyes unblinking. I backed away as quietly as I could.

    (Happy Thanksgiving!)

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  7. I backed up against the side of the nest, and grabbed a rock as defense; the Roc let out a screech that put my hair on end and I shivered from its malevolence.

    (Have a great Thanksgiving! :))

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  8. I realized that it was screeching because the rock I had grabbed was actually an egg, and it was hatching!

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  9. A bedraggled baby roc emerged from the cracked shell and jumped onto my shoulder, wobbling until its sharp little talons dug into my flesh.

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