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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 5:23 am
We're going to write a story. And it will be epic.
Moose The girl turned, wind whipping away at her hair.
Was I screamed at her, pointing at the luminous monster approaching her from the distance.
Here As if completely oblivious to the reality around her, she simply smiled at me and stared at the skies above.
The Story game.
Add ONLY 1 -3 sentence at a time.
Let's see where we go.
Keep it PG13.
Don't end it too early. :p
Character development is good. As are plot twists.
TO START:
Quote: I still remember the words that escaped from him lips the last time I ever heard from him. "I'm fine," he had muttered, slowly getting up from his fall, brushing dirt off his khakis...
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:05 am
It was a beautiful afternoon when he said it to me, the sun was slowing falling into the orange horizon and soon it would be night. His golden hazel eyes had always reminded me of our last afternoon together.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:41 am
If only I had spoke the words I held at the back of my throat. Ill never have the chance again. And he will never know of my secret love.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:37 am
The wind began to kick up once again. I wrapped my scarf around myself a little tighter as the train began to heave itself into motion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:12 pm
The breeze played with a few strands of my dark colored hair while I continued to stand there and watch the train as it left the station.
I was supposed to be leaving with that train too, but after careful thought, I had decided against it.
I can't simply leave things like this...not yet...not just yet...
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:15 pm
The train began to pick up speed as I stood beside it under a burnt orange autumn sky. I knew that soon it would be gone, and there was nothing I could do.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 1:36 am
My crystal eyes followed after the train as it left - soon it was out of site.
And yet I still lingered since a part of me ached to be on that train right now.
As I stared into emptiness, I tried to convince myself that I had made the right decision.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 6:28 am
I turned my heel and began walking from the station, a hand on my mousse-color backpack, continuing my walk, letting my feet lead me to wherever unconsciously. My eyes weren't focused on the road laid out before me but rather, I was in deep thought that I didn't even notice who or what was in front of me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 11:45 am
My legs had carried me all the way back to my apartment, with its robins-egg colored walls, four stories above the bustling city below me, where the only other trees to be found were in Central Park, before my mind realized I was home. I sunk onto the couch, and in the almost complete silence, with the exception of the usual traffic below, I felt more exhausted in that moment than I had ever felt in my life.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:02 pm
I slid off my backpack and set it down beside me. I than closed my eyes and sunk back into the comfortable cushy couch. This felt good and it seemed to be somewhat relaxing, with the exception of my constant thinking - questions - what-ifs -
My endless thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I heard loud knocks at the door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:59 pm
I opened my eyes, my gaze from the ceiling to the door, the knocking sound still there. Now who could that be? I stood up and made my way to the door, turning the golden knob to face -
no one.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:35 am
Then the FedEx man came back into view, standing after bending to pick up the pen he had dropped.
"Hello, Miss Fletcher?"
I nodded. He held out a small box, a clipboard, and the pen he had just retrieved, and tapped the clipboard with his finger, indicating for me to sign; I signed with rapidity, he handed me the package, tipped his hat with a "Thank you, miss," and turned back to the elevator.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 3:19 pm
I ripped the box open as soon as he was gone, looking inside after sevral packing peanuts i found somthing small, a glimer, a keychain.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 4:41 pm
The trinket flashed in the sunlight pouring through my window, and I remembered the day I had lost it. As soon as I read the inscription, tears welled up in my eyes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:44 am
"I hate you, I give this to you as a gift so you will stop stalking me."
Once again I was crushed at the memory of that person, and what never was...
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