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« on: September 11, 2010, 03:59:22 AM »
Basicly just add upon the story in your own creative way. Remember there is no right or wrong answer as long as you can support your own writing. However you interpret my exert of the story is your own opinion! Enjoy! Also don't criticize other people's work, there are multiple levels of writing!
Rules
- This goes off of a first come first serve basis
- Your part of the story must be 1-5 paragraphs long
- Any wiseass or sarcastic posts will be disregarded
- Use proper grammar
- Mark your part of the story with a chapter number, it makes things a lot easier
Chapter 1
The soft crunching of the snow acts as a metronome to nature as I briskly walk among the cracked pavement. A little girl grasps my hand and leads me to a humble clothing store. Her eyes fall upon a pink sweater with a fur lining as I look down and smile as we begin to enter the store. My smile turns into a blank stare when I walk up to the cracked mirror in the store, revealing me clutching nothing but air. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. My true surroundings are revealed to me as I begin to shift back into reality. The manikins only remain of dust and unidentifiable and pieces of plaster while the clothes are left in shreds. I walk outside onto the ash and into the blazing sun. I continue to walk without shoes nor socks as the ash burns and irritates my battered feet. The burning in the back of my throat finally forces me to stop my journey into the abyss. I retrieve a filthy water bottle only to throw it to the ground in frustration of it being empty. I collapse to the ground and the only thought my mind can conjure is, "I'm so sorry Maria... I'm so sorry..."
Rules
- This goes off of a first come first serve basis
- Your part of the story must be 1-5 paragraphs long
- Any wiseass or sarcastic posts will be disregarded
- Use proper grammar
- Mark your part of the story with a chapter number, it makes things a lot easier
Chapter 1
The soft crunching of the snow acts as a metronome to nature as I briskly walk among the cracked pavement. A little girl grasps my hand and leads me to a humble clothing store. Her eyes fall upon a pink sweater with a fur lining as I look down and smile as we begin to enter the store. My smile turns into a blank stare when I walk up to the cracked mirror in the store, revealing me clutching nothing but air. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. My true surroundings are revealed to me as I begin to shift back into reality. The manikins only remain of dust and unidentifiable and pieces of plaster while the clothes are left in shreds. I walk outside onto the ash and into the blazing sun. I continue to walk without shoes nor socks as the ash burns and irritates my battered feet. The burning in the back of my throat finally forces me to stop my journey into the abyss. I retrieve a filthy water bottle only to throw it to the ground in frustration of it being empty. I collapse to the ground and the only thought my mind can conjure is, "I'm so sorry Maria... I'm so sorry..."
