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Anything RR: We
Anything RR: We will see
I choked, gasping for air. My arms waved, trying to swim, to get back to the surface, but I couldn't. The hand dragged me down and my lungs burned. I gasped and tried to breathe, but I couldn't. It dragged me even further. I couldn't take it. And then I blacked out. When I woke I could feel myself falling. I was still only half-conscious. Finally, I was able to force my eyes open. I wasn't underwater anymore. What? That didn't make sense. I was dying. That's what was going on, I was dying and I was having a dream first. But it couldn't be, I never had full memory of my life, and I never did in dreams. No, this was real. Then I had to figure out what to do. I looked around me, it was completely bright, and I appeared to be falling down a tunnel. The tunnel had puffy pink walls. I needed to find a way, I couldn't just keep falling until I hit the ground. Or could I? There didn't seem to be anything else to do. I was still falling, and then I looked down and I could see the ground coming at me fast.
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1. Don't write more until someone else has posted.
2. Make your part as long as you want.
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submitted by Echo, age Infinite, Couch
(February 5, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
(February 5, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
Echo, you are such an incredibley good author! It seriosly feels like you are reading my mind because you always write EXACTLY what I want to do with the story!
(February 9, 2016 - 5:58 pm)
Thank you, you are too! And it's really funny because you do the same! It wasn't very obvious that I wanted no one to be in the city, but that's what you put. I don't think that most people would've.
(February 9, 2016 - 6:06 pm)
Hey Echo! I'm new here to the Chatterbox, and I was wondering if I could comment on this story. I have heard of the naming your CAPTCHA, and, while I don't have a name for It , It just said, "oiwe". Very inauspicious beginning. Even my little CAPTCHA thinks this is an owie.
(February 9, 2016 - 6:54 pm)
Dudelhiemer is my brother and I got him to read what we had written and now he wants to comment on it!
(February 10, 2016 - 9:56 am)
Sure you can comment! If you want to give constructive feedback then that is fine, but try to keep it positive, and say it in a nice way. Also your CAPTCHA might have been saying oy. Is he or she annoyed? Mine just said akde. Act? Does Edemame want to be an actor?
(February 10, 2016 - 4:45 pm)
Again, very inauspicious
(February 10, 2016 - 5:49 pm)
An Explanation of Dudelhiemer
The girl glanced up from her laptop, alternating her time between industriously studying for her biology test and writing on the Chatterbox.
"Dudelhiemer," she called, leaving her screen open to the Chatterbox, "come over here and read this!" Her brother, reluctantly abandoning his corrections of a paper, (and definitely doing nothing involving video games...) strolled leisurely over to the couch and looked over her shoulder. He watched with mild interest as the girl, who shall remain anonymous, clicked on something labeled Anything RR. He began reading at the top of the page, and became quicly engrossed in the the tale of an as-then unnamed heroine. His sister began to scroll down the page, but receiving a squack of "Wait a minute, I wasn't done yet!" Rolling her eyes, his sister flicked her wrist, sending the webpage flying back to the top.
Several minutes later, her brother asked her with wide, awed eyes, "What in the world is this website?"
His sister promptly launched into a long, exited explanation involving Admins, CAPTCHA pets, and a story she was helping to write when suddenly-
"DUDELHIEMER, GET BACK TO WORK!!!!" roared a man stirring a large pot of chili.
"Yes, sir," responded Dudelhiemer, adding in a whisper directed at his sister as he settled back down in front of the computer. "What was that website called?"
"Cricket Chatterbox," responded his sister.
Dudelhiemer typed that phrase into a search engine and was landed at this website.
My CAPTCHA said "xxop". Maybe it's an alien, and it's trying to get me to return it to its rightful planet?
(February 10, 2016 - 6:13 pm)
Eleni~
Eleni lay on top of exactly eleven matresses, each one stuffed with down untill they very nearly split. But even that couldn't ease the pain. Inside her head, the voices scrabbled, screeched, and wailed with a sound that reminded Eleni of nail scraping a chalkboard.
Our youngest sister-
TRAITOR-
Let us out, and we will tear you into little bits! Screeee...
She clutched at her head, moaning softly. The migraines were getting worse. She would have to act quickly, put her plan into action before the voices completley took her over. A few more days, she thought. A few more days and everyone will bow to my will. After all, I can withstand them for that long. Then, with the help of the Hogmyre, I will steal my sisters' power and let their souls be devored!"
Anger burst inside Eleni, white hot fire in place of her blood coursing down to her fingertips, which glowed red. She swiped the air and the nearest vase of ornamental flowers exploded, the glass making a sinister tinkling sound as it hit the floor. It was the fifth vase in two days.
Almost, she thought. Almost there...
(February 10, 2016 - 5:25 pm)
That was really good, and @Jarvis can go ahead and keep writing as Eleni, but can everyone else please stick with Asha?
(February 10, 2016 - 6:42 pm)
This story is awesome! I don't have any ideas just yet, but I'd love to illustrate ^w^ Can I? CAN I???
(February 10, 2016 - 9:36 pm)
Yeah! I will too! It will be great! (If that's all right with you Echo)
(Ok, I just want to say that I am the 'unnamed sister' in Dudlehimer's story! And my 'name' is Cockleburr! Anyway, back to the story... and Dudelhimer, if you choose to comment, please stay on topic. I know its hard and you are a seriously good author, but please try!)
(February 10, 2016 - 10:39 pm)
DARN! DARNDARNDARN! I wrote a really long chapter to the story but I forgot to post it!!!!!! DARN!
(February 11, 2016 - 9:08 am)
~Asha
I lay back on my pillows and thought about my problem. How to get the knife away from Martin and then excape. Maybe I could attack Martin, steal the knife and climb out the window! But no, that would never work, firstly because Martin was twice my size and I wouldn't be able to do much to stop him from raising the alarm, and secondly because I liked Martin. He had been kind to me, even given me my name, and although he could be rather prim and proper at times, I truthfuly enjoyed his company. I could tell he actually cared about me too, and really wanted to answer all my questions honestly, but some he could not, like why I would be needed. Perhaps I could distract him and then take his knife. I could ask him questions, like what that pink room was, or why I was here, or what that green flower was, or why nobody had to eat here, or if he worked for Eleni. Then I would- what? I supposed I would have to wing it, because the door was opening and Martin was entering the room. I smiled at him. He did not return my smile, but frowned as though concerned.
"Whats wrong, Martin?" I asked. He answered in a mutter, as though he were talking to himself,
"Eleni's getting angry. She has a lot of power, but she doesn't know how to contol it, as far as we know. She smashed another vase this morning. I think she's going crazy, she has screaming arguments with herself and her three lost sisters. Her sisters must be dead, they haven't been seen for three years now and they left when Eleni was one year old, but how she can argue for each sister in that sister's exact personality nobody knows," here he started, as though he was just remembering that I was in the room, saying, "Asha, come with me now. Everything will be explained."
(Sorry this is a little weird. If you guys don't like it we can redo this chapter!)
(February 11, 2016 - 10:41 am)
Absolutely, illustrations will be great. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, I've just been super busy. I might illustrate too.
(February 12, 2016 - 6:15 pm)
~Asha
I lay back on my pillows and thought about my problem. How to get the knife away from Martin and then excape. Maybe I could attack him, grab the knife, then climb out the window! But, no, that would never work, firstly because Martin was twice my size and would also probably raise an alarm, and secondly because I liked Martin. He had been kind to me, even given me my name, and, though he could be rather prim and proper at times, I honestly enjoyed his company. I could tell that he actualy cared for me and probably wouldn't tell me about my purpose because he couldn't. Maybe he didn't want to lose his job, or maybe he didn't know himself. Perhaps I could distract him and then take the knife. But how to distract him? More questions- that could work! Maybe I could ask him about the reason I was here, or what the pink room was, or if he worked for Eleni. That would be killing two birds with one stone, actualy, because I really did want to know those things. Then, while he was talking I could... what? I guess I would have to wing it, because the door was opening and Martin was standing in the doorway. I smiled at him. He did not smile back, but looked at me with a slight frown, as though he were concerned.
"What's wrong, Martin?" I asked. He muttered his answer, as though he were talking to himself,
"Eleni's getting angry. She has a lot of power and dosn't know how to control it, as far as we know. She smashed another vase this morning. I think she is going crazy, she has screaming arguments with herself and her three lost sisters. We think her sisters are dead, they must be dead, they haven't been seen for three years now, they left when Eleni was one year old, she can't possibly remember them. But how can she can voice each sister with their exact personality nobody knows," then he started, as if remembering I was in the room with him, saying directly to me, "you're needed now. Come with me, everything will be explained."
(February 10, 2016 - 11:11 pm)