I have a few ideas of a story, but my preoccupation with The Survivors has left me too busy to write them. Use them for yourself, or vote for whichever is your fave!
More will be added as time progresses.
NOTE: Some of these are literal starters, and others are like descriptions you'd see on the back of a book.
Story Starter 1: It was a hot summer day, and his added fear did nothing to help the heat. He didn't want to do this, but when he thought of the price of consequence...
Shaking his head, he erased that thought, knowing he had to, if he wanted his sweet Isabelle back alive.
Story Starter 2: You are a famous detective. You are working on the hardest, most important case of your career.
It was murder, you knew that.
And the victim? You.
Story Starter 3: Sarah ran down the alley. The man was close, too close, and she had to think fast. She saw a dumpster to her immediate left and dove into it. Trembling, she curled up into the fetal position. After what seemed like hours to her--which, in real time would add up to a few minutes--had passed, she crawled out. She dropped down, and rounded the corner feeling the light pitter-patter of rain on her face.
I'm alive, she thought, but at that moment ran into the man that was chasing her.
She didn't even have time to scream.
Story Starter 4: It was dark and stormy this night. Jake peered out the window. He wished he could be out there, wished he could touch the rain.
He peered down at his hands, tightly bound with thick rope. He tugged at it, but it held.
Suddenly, he saw something. It looked like a girl. She walked up to the window and looked at him, questioningly. He held up his hands, showing her that he was a hostage. She motioned for him to back up, and as soon as he did so she threw a rock at the window, shattering it.
There was a yell, and the locked door struggled to open, as the man behind it jiggled the lock. At this point, the girl had taken a glass shard and had cut him free. He rubbed his wrists, relieved that somebody had come looking for him. He took the shard in his hand. It cut at his hands. He didn't care.
Suddenly the door swung open. The man, not expecting Jake to be free, charged in.
Jake was hiding, and from his spot near the door he saw everything. He saw the man point the gun at the girl who had freed him. She was crying.
The bastard, Jake thought. He crept out from his hiding spot, took the glass shard with him, and before the man pulled the trigger he plunged it into his back. The man was dead.
Jake climbed out the window--not before bandaging his wounded hand--and made sure the girl was alright.
But of course she was. They were free.
Story Starter 5: Sometimes, all it takes to change a life--possibly end it--is a phone call.
It was raining, quite hard actually, when my cell phone rang. I picked up, and heard the voice of my friend, Isabelle, on the other line.
"John?" she said, her voice scratchy; I could tell she was crying. "John, you ne-need to get over here."
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. It was very rare for her to be this sad, rare for her to be sad at all.
"Just come to m-my house. Please!"
I hung up, and ran through the rain into my car. Throwing any previous notion of safety to the wind, I sped off, illegally and dangerously. When I arrived at Belle's house, she was awaiting me in the driveway. The rain pattered against me as I got out, and let her lead me inside. And suddenly I knew what was wrong. Lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, dead, was her sister.
More to come! Comment, rate, appreciate!
News- A minor edit to number one. Also, if you do make a story out of this, it is appreciated if you would post your story here. Bye, for now!
- A new SS has been added! That makes three. I like it. Also, please note that the last line I had written a while back in another one of my stories. I wanted to bring it back. I don't know why, I just love that line!
- A new rating system has been proposed! Its a poll! Average up your ratings (x/5, please) and either post or answer in the poll! Thanks. Also, please try to round up/down seeing as there are no decimals. Thanks!
- I have added a fourth. Not my fave; it was a request and it is a little iffy (we'll just have to let him decide), but it is another one, and I hope you enjoy it.
- New story. Not my fave, again, but you may like it.
Poll