Oohhh there's this ridiculously strange sci-fi/superhero novel I've been planning to write for a while, and I've written small passages from it in no particular order. Would those work to post on here? Even though they're not from RPs?

I can write as my character from the Maps RP that no one really found interesting, then?  Maybe I can actually get someone hyped about this.  I haven't in months.

~Anne

I sit bolt upright, gasping as if just cheated death.  I look around, scared for some reason.  Why am I here?

The map.

Something says inside me, and I look down at the thing in my hands.  it's a map, with sections of towns, forests, rivers, and three objects.  A quill on the top left corner, a heart-shaped locket between the quill and the bottom, and a pocket watch on the center of the right side.

I get up, and almost slip off the rocks into the river.  Just then, I hear a voice behind me.  "Are you alright?"

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So I wouldn't mind if someone wants to RP as the other character.  I was LITERALLY the only one who apparently thought it was a good idea.  If you need to know the storyline etc. here's the url:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/335636

(you don't have to link it admins) 

Cool! Here are some snippets of ideas, mostly from a sci-fi superhero concept I've been tossing around lately. :)

—— 

She knew twenty-seven digits of pi and how to pick lots. She knew how to run in stilettos, the perfect recipe for buttercream frosting, and how to hack security cameras. Fiona stared down the barrel of a gun and knew something else.

She was not the hero of this story.

—— 

Peyton Davenport had not expected her Saturday night out to end with her hiding under a table and preparing to commit arson.

“Pass me some wine, would you?” she hissed to her roommate, who was in the process of pulling all the chairs she could reach towards the table, presumably for added protection. “Vodka if you can get your hands on some.”

“We’re about to die and you’re thinking about alcohol?” Avalon said in disbelief, pausing in her barricade-building to look at Peyton as if she had turned into a square chicken.

“Um, excuse you, I’m figuring out a way to get us out of here.”

“With… vodka.”

“Exactly.” Peyton pointed to the pile of confiscated phones sitting on the floor in the middle of the restaurant. “If someone can get to those, they can call the police and we’re golden.”

Avalon frowned and flicked a piece of french fry off the skirt of her dress. The crawling around on the ground wasn’t doing the fabric any favors. “But if anyone so much as moves they’ll be…”

“Blown into bite-size pieces?” Peyton offered sweetly.

“I was going to say ‘in trouble’ but that works too.”

“Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Luci said, and walked out, not bothering to shut the door behind her. Matt listened to her footsteps, retreating down the hall, and thought about getting up, running after her, grabbing her arm and begging her to stay, trying to explain—

But he didn’t.

He sat there on his couch until his tea turned cold in his hands and his neighbor came home from class and gave him a weird look through the doorway.

“Rough day?” Fiona asked sympathetically, adjusting her glasses.

“Yeah,” Matt sighed. “Would you mind closing the door when you go?”

She clapped a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Ouch, rejection. Well, if you need anyone to listen to your sorrows and feed you ice cream, I could always use a distraction from my homework. Biotech is hell.”

Matt managed a wobbly smile. “I may take you up on that later.”

Fiona nodded and shot him two thumbs-up. “I’m only a couple steps away, yeah? See you, Matt.” And she was gone.

——

It was the first of November. Liza woke up in a bed that was not her own and did not realize it for some time. She lay there in the almost-dark, covered with the warm weight of the comforter and the happy haze of sleep. The room smelled sweet and familiar, yet somehow foreign, like trying to remember a dream.

——

“No!” he shrieked, with childish abandon, and grabbed a package of spaghetti from the nearest shelf and threw it, as if he was a toddler, three instead of thirteen. The seams split as the box hit the floor, pasta scattering and shattering across the pale pink tile.

“Alex,” she hissed, “Alex, please stop—“

“Shut up!” he screamed, “You can’t tell me what to do!”

Oh god, people were staring and panic was beginning to boil in Liza’s stomach because Sarah was still at the Walgreen’s next door buying ibuprofen and Liza didn’t know how to handle something like this and, and, and, and.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry, Alex,” she pleaded, and reached for his shoulder but he twisted away like a wounded animal.

“Of course you didn’t know!” His hands extended partway in front of him as if he  “You left! You’re running away like dad did, like mom did, you’re running away from me and from everything you promised you’d never leave behind."

—— 

Do you ever lie awake at night and wonder if the world would be better off without you?

——

He sees his friends die when he closes his eyes at night, in blue, blurry like paint smudged before it dries. He can't move, he can't help, it's like he's watching a horror show where all his favorite characters meet violent ends, but he can't turn it off. 

Instead, he stands still with wobbly knees and frozen feet and screams and screams and screams, and screams and—

Sits up in bed, and lurches forward with inertia that nearly makes him sick all over himself. He grips the blankets and swallows the bile and the last dying fragment of a scream his throat, and tries to pretend.

It’s a nightmare.

Not-real.

But these days the line between real and not-real wobbles and he has trouble convincing himself the difference.

I like this idea Curio!

There are five ways to be invisible. When everyone at school ignores you, you're invisible. When you blend in with your surroundings, camouflaging like a chameleon, you're invisible. When you appear to be not there, although you actually are, you're invisible. Finally, the only other ways to be invisible, is to be a ghost and to simply disappear from the fabric of the universe. 

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Kiera dribbled the soccer ball toward the goal, about ready to make a scoring shot when a pair of Jordan's stole the ball from her. "Quinton," She exclaimed in annoyance, sprinting after him.

He laughed and called over his shoulder, "Catch me if you can-woah!" She smirked as he tripped over his own feet and took his distraction as the chance to steal the ball back. Just as she shot the ball into the goal the whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. "Well think of it this way," Quinton said, walking up to her side. As they headed back into the school building. She squinted as she looked up at him. He was the tallest in sixth grade while she was the shortest. "It's a win for me because now I can say I've had a girl chasing after me!"

A scowl appeared on her face. "Only because you stole the ball!"

"More like stole your heart," he teased. Then he ran off laughing, leaving Kiera fuming. 

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Snowball, my lead dog, had been acting strange. I worried it was some kind of disease. This was bad. I couldn't afford to lose a dog at this point. I prayed it was just the company of other riders...

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I don't have much. Sorry. I hope you enjoy.