Author Topic: Chronicle - The Book Where YOU Write the Story!  (Read 776 times)

CHRONICLE
The book where YOU write the story!
Chapter 1: The Encounter At Allen Park
    One day, I was walking through the park at night, when I saw a huge shadow moving towards me.  I turned around to check, and there was nothing.  I looked back in front of me, and the shadow was gone.  I walked back to my car and remembered I had locked my keys in my car, so I decided that since the park was close to home that I would walk home and get my keys, then get my car back tomorrow.
     On my way home, I heard strange, hissing voices that sounded like they were saying kill and you will die tonight.  I was so scared, I even jumped at the sight of a bush!  Eventually, I got lost, and started to get worried because I left my phone, along with my keys, in my car and had no way of contacting anyone.  I eventually had to make do of the resources around me and set up a camp to sleep through the night in.
YOU can write the next 1 or 2 paragraphs!  Be a part of the story!  Good luck and have fun!

then i jumped in a hole in the ground and got mind powers and then did fun stuff with them then did stuff then did more stuff and made my mind powers better and then started abusing them and KILLED EVERYONE

No.... dude, this book is supposed to ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE.

  I couldn't sleep, fear and panic kept me awake all night. When I finally rose at the break of dawn, I saw no shadows, nothing to fear. In the daylight, my surroundings were much clearer, turns out I was a few blocks from my house. I went back to my house, grabbed my keys, and went to retrieve my car. It was still there, to my relief, so I started it up. But that's the problem, the car wouldn't start.
  I began to freak out. I turned the keys over and over again, my hands shaking. When I heard a knock on my window, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked at the stranger, he seemed nice enough.
  "Hey, uh, having some car trouble there?" he asked.
  I looked at him, then nervously said, "Uh, y-yeah. Can you help me out?"
  "Sure thing. Hey, I never caught your name, care to tell?"

@xxxxkill NICE WORK!  :D Someone actually understands this story.
     I told the stranger that I could not tell my name.  He helped me out anyway, and my car ran smoothly.  On my way home, I felt something grimy on my seat, it was seeping through the leather seats of the car!  I decided to speed up a bit to get home quicker.  I was going 10 mph over the speed limit!  I was eventually pulled over by a cop.
     The cop asks me, "Sir, have you been drinking?"  I was all like, "NO!  I have been experiencing scary, SCARY things lately, sir.  Please excuse my speeding, I felt some grime coming from my seat."  The cop replied, "Sir, YOU WILL DIE!"  Th cop turned into a skeleton zombie that shoots fireballs and started to chase me on his flaming motorbike.
     He had almost gotten me when I finally made it inside of my house and locked the door.  I hid in the saferoom for a bit, and then came out.  There was green grime ALL OVER THE FLOOR!  There were strange noises coming from upstairs, and cold was sweeping over me.  I felt all the bones in my body start to weaken and decay (that's how it felt, at least).  What was I going to do?!?  I was on the verge of fainting when I heard a noise.

  I looked up. That stranger from before! "P-please... You have to help..."
  He held out a hand and pulled me up. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern tinting his voice.
  "F-fine," I lied. How was I going to explain what was happening to me? He would think I was crazy, throw me in an institution, or something worse. I stumbled, the stranger just barely catching me before I hit the ground.
  "Eh, you don't look fine to me," the stranger commented.
  "I... I'll try to explain what's been happening to me later, right now, I just need to get out of here."
  "Speaking of which, what's that slimy crap all over your floor?" the stranger asked curiously.
  I jolted, using both the stranger's shoulder and the end-table next to me as support. I turned my head curiously at him, responding to his question with another. "Y-you can see it too?"
  "Do I look blind to you?"
  I turned my head to the side, staring at the floor. "So, I'm not insane..." I could feel the stranger's gaze boring into the back of my head. He seemed like he actually cared about what happened to me. I knew he wanted to ask what I meant, but both he and I knew that now was not the right time to ask.
  "C'mon, we can get back to my place, we can talk there," the stranger said, finally breaking the silence.
  "Yeah..." I responded solemnly.

@xxxxkill NICE WORK!  :D Someone actually understands this story.

I try.

Chapter 2: Stranger and Stranger