Round Robin?

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Round Robin?

Round Robin?

It's been a while since we last had one... We should each write in different characters and POVs. If there is multiple people posting at the same time, we should compromise which one to go with before moving on. Otherwise, it gets really confusing. Please add interesting details and things to move the story along!

~Here's my start

I couldn't sleep.  

That was the cold hard truth of that night. Yesterday, I had moved to this willow cabin on a mountain forest because I had to run away. The predator still haunts me in my dreams. I shared the cabin with four other refugees that fled from the predator too. 

Thomas slept in the bed above me, mumbling "jellyfeesh, ten a cools, overwassshhh..." 

I snorted. My little brother can say the weirdest things in his sleep.

The other two refugees I couldn't see well in the dark, and have no idea who they are. All I knew was that they were fleeing the predator too. 

We had no knowledge of the predator, it struck like dark lightning, bringing death and destruction along with it. Thomas and I had returned from the market that day from a nearby village to find our town in flames and screams. We salvaged what we could, knowing our town was now a dangerous place to be. Thomas's Jackalope toy survived, and we took what we could to escape into the mountains. I am unsure what to do now with these strangers. All I know is that the predator might be watching us...

submitted by Storm Windwhisperer
(October 1, 2017 - 2:58 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Wow! Great storyline. Unfortunately, I will not be joining at this time because I am currently too lazy to create a character

submitted by Kate-the-Great
(October 2, 2017 - 12:24 am)

So I'm imagining the room as my Science Camp Cabin which was 15' x 10' and had five bunk beds crammed into it.  But this one only has 3.

My character~

I gasp and sit up, nearly hitting my head on the low celing.  I look around for a minute, not knowing where I am.  Quickly I remember, and brush the blue-black hair fringe out of my face.  I lay back down, my breathing slowly returning to normal.  

"Hey," comes a whisper from across the way.

I sit up again, more slowly this time.  "What?" I whisper.

"Are you okay?" the voice comes back.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  Just a nightmare," I reply.  I hope he (This is your character, Storm) doesn't ask me what it was about.  I don't want to remember it. 

submitted by Lucy B., age 13, Emmilvien
(October 2, 2017 - 12:45 am)