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Hey guys,Sin
Hey guys,
Since most of us like to read and write, I was thinking we could do a story chain. So this is how it works:
I'll begin with 30 words for the start of a story, then the next person adds 30 (you don't have to be exact, just don't go over 35) words and then the next person adds on... ECT
Sorry, I'm gonna have to make a few guidelines:
Please stay on topic for the story. Be creative. Don't start a new story unless the old one is forgotten and/or not responded to. And--- HAVE FUN!!!
Story starter of 30 words:
It was a cold night, howling wind, cracking twigs and thumping, heavy rain. Father said it was the night of the owl because of the pale white moon, casting a stream of light.
submitted by Verso
(January 10, 2015 - 7:30 pm)
(January 10, 2015 - 7:30 pm)
I look out the window at the rain and feel this urge to go outside. I know it's crazy, but I'm dressed and the moon is bright and everything looks wild and free. I throw open the door.
(January 10, 2015 - 9:10 pm)
The wind raced around the corner of my house, making an exilarating whooshing noise. I peer out of our screened-in porch, into the blackness, then back at the broom tossed carelessly aside inside the warm kitchen.
(January 25, 2015 - 7:57 pm)
Topperrrnd
(January 30, 2015 - 12:24 pm)
I know I need it, but then people will know who I am. I'm a witch, if you haven't guessed already. I run back to it, grab it by the handle, and race outside.
(February 1, 2015 - 11:37 am)
The wind streaking past my face, heart pounding, You shouldn't go, I thought, to myself.
Think of father. It would break his heart if I left. I could die. Do not leave.
(February 1, 2015 - 12:32 pm)
Just then the broom had a mind of its own and soared out of my hands. A crazy broomstick! It headed straight for the moon, then was coming directly at me! I ran. Fast.
That was 34 words, I think.
(February 1, 2015 - 5:14 pm)
@ Verso:
You need to answer your interview questions!
(February 1, 2015 - 9:28 pm)
I ran faster. My hair began tumbling out of my black cap, which, just so you can get the idea out of your head that I'm one of those creepy witches you see in cartoons green skin, WAS NOT POINTED!
(February 2, 2015 - 8:34 am)
Then I heard a growl. Dad is back. The broomstick takes advantage of my distraction, and sends me flying! I feel something warm catch me, and I look up to the werewolf, my dad.
(February 2, 2015 - 8:25 pm)
"Some little witch is in trouble," he says.
"Dad! It's just too-"
"Tempting?" my dad chuckles. "I know. Your mom used to go out flying on days like this, too. You take after her, Cleo."
(February 11, 2015 - 7:53 pm)
"I- wait, what?"
"Come inside. There's more you can learn about her."
I get off my broomstick and follow him.
(February 22, 2015 - 5:42 pm)
Father leads me into his small study. He crouches down beside an old trunk and fumbles with the latch. Dad can be quite clumsy.
" Here, Father, let me help". I squat and undo the latch.
(March 30, 2015 - 7:07 pm)
He pulls out an old, dusty photo of a young woman with long, wavy, brown hair holding a broomstick. That was your mom 15 years ago with her favorite broomstick. She called it Comet.
(May 26, 2015 - 8:37 pm)
top
(May 28, 2015 - 8:08 pm)
I see him wipe a tear from his eye but he quickly resumes speaking:
"Your mother was just like you. Eager, beautiful, a little reckless..."
I wish I could've gotten to know her.
"But there's more..."
Sorry, I think that was 36 :)
also TOP
(June 1, 2015 - 2:35 pm)