WRITING THREA

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WRITING THREA

WRITING THREAD!

Heyyyyy!

I was thinking, since we all (well, mostly all of us) love reading and writing I thought maybe we could make a writing thread, which is basically a thread where I write 35 words (doesn't have to be exactly 35 words) to start a story then the next person adds 35 words and so on and so forth... 

 

Here is my story starter:

Black skies, gathering clouds, thrumming rain, a storm was brewing. Dad said it was the night of the re-birth of the world. Millions of years had passed, since the last re-birth. But the time has finally run out. 

submitted by Verso
(January 11, 2015 - 12:38 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

Sounds fun!

Every time there was a rebirth, the world re-evolved, Grandpa had told us. Sometimes, the people who had been during the rebirth survived. Their life, their bodies, their souls, changed. The strangest things would happen to them -- some lived forever, some could bend light in amazing patterns, some could control fire or water or earth or sky, some could make things grow or lift things with their mind. 

Sorry it's so long. I couldn't resist.  

submitted by Indigo
(January 11, 2015 - 4:31 pm)

@Indigo

That's really good!

I remember grandpa's rusty voice telling us that whenever the world re-evolved, a new leader was selected. The grandest, the bravest and the best of the best people were chosen to compete day and night on a survival trip. With only themselves and their souls.  

I wrote a long one too :) 

submitted by Verso
(January 11, 2015 - 8:38 pm)

I looked out the window at the rain and the lightning. Who would be the one to venture out there? Would it be... me?

submitted by Air
(January 12, 2015 - 12:43 am)

Oh most certainly not. Right? I sigh. The colors strike and I hear voices whisper.... 2 b continued 

submitted by Ellie , age 12, Place of rebirth
(January 12, 2015 - 1:41 pm)

Continued:

Were these whispers in my head? Were they happening? I closed my eyes and focused on my head. I heard the voices again, only stronger this time. "Try, try to be the best leader!" I heard; it WAS coming from my head. "What?" I thought to myself. "You could win!" the voice responded, feeling confident. What I heard next threw me off my feet. . . .

submitted by Verso
(January 12, 2015 - 6:46 pm)

Continued (if that's okay)

"Tea, Honey?" Came my mom's voice from somewhere in the house, shocking me more than I would like to admit. I sigh. The Rebirth makes everyone jumpy. For example; my mom only cooks when she's nervous, and, well . . . . let's put it this way . . . no, nevermind. Best not to mention things like that on a night like this. I shudder, and glance once more out the cloudy square of glass. That one glimpse of the roiling clouds is all I need to put my stomach in knots. Something inside me stirs. So what if I go out there, I think. So what if I am consumed? But I catch ahold of myself, then, and with one quick movement of my wrist, one flick, and the curtain is once more covering that bothersome window.

The stirring feeling disappears. Silly, my mind says, what happened to the last child who went out-of-doors during a Rebirth? 

submitted by Alias S.
(January 13, 2015 - 8:59 pm)

Continued~~

No one spoke of what happened to Christa on the night of November 13, over millions of years ago. It was a stormy Friday, she heard a little girl screaming and wailing to help. She wandered outside to help after being told not to many times. She never came back. Legend says that the Graphkay (the only living creature on earth who didn't want the earth to have a re-birth) ate her. The Graphkay can imitate voices and every re-birth he/she takes one human being; we would never know what he/she would do with those poor humans.

 

A shiver ran down my spine as I realized that tomorrow was November 13, a Friday. Weather reports said it would be very very stormy~~ 

submitted by Verso
(January 14, 2015 - 3:30 pm)