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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:59 pm
Alright, I have a challenge for all you people out there. It's a writing contest, yes. I have a prompt, a start to a story, and I want to see who can best continue it. There won't be a prize unless I think there are enough people who participate.
Guildelines:
1. Must be at least 200 words long
2. Must be semi-lit
3. PG 13, please!
4. No swearing unless it's a life-death situation ((In the story or real life, whatever))
Prompt/Way to start story:
I'll never forget the feeling of waking up, and not remembering why I'd fallen asleep. The feeling of being cleansed, but also being confused. The feeling of being reborn into a person I think I once knew, but to have no idea who I am now. There was always something nagging at the back of my mind, but there was no way for me to remember what it was. No matter how hard I tried to push it farther forward, my past was always on the tip of my tongue, never to be remembered.
You don't have to use that exactly, but something like it. 3nodding
Start!
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:22 pm
Oh! I want to join! Or enter... whatever. I don't think I'll have time to finish, my dad wants the computer soon, but I'll finish it later.
I'll never forget the feeling of waking up, and not remembering why I'd fallen asleep. The feeling of being cleansed, but also being confused. The feeling of being reborn into a person I think I once knew, but to have no idea who I am now. There was always something nagging at the back of my mind, but there was no way for me to remember what it was. No matter how hard I tried to push it farther forward, my past was always on the tip of my tongue, never to be remembered. It was forever gone, and I would never know what my life was like before the incident, besides from the mouths of strangers who claim themselves my 'friends' and 'parents'. It doesn't feel like I can trust anyone anymore. I feel so utterly alone. No one understands my problem, for the have never lost their memory; it's like losing all that is and once was ever precious to you. You don't know what you lost, but you know you lost something special. It's like being trapped in the world of nothingness.
I don't know the people who walk out of the hospital with me. They take me out into the brightness. I flinch, for I cannot remember ever being in sunlight before. The people take me to their car. It looks slightly familiar, and when I mention this to the people who claim to be my parents, they clasp their hands together and let out squeals of glee. It hurts my ears. They usher me into their car, and I can feel happiness radiating off them like a wonderful smell.
I get into the car, and the engine vibrates me. I ask the people what happened to me. The come up with an excuse of me being hit with a 'baseball' bat, but I don't know it I believe them. Would I ever know the truth? Would I ever remember?
Sorry for the tardish ending. I'm kind of stuck with writers block.
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The Wonderful Muffins Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:03 pm
hey, I'll give a prize. 1000 gold to winner. I'm serious too. That is one weird prompt though.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:21 pm
Red is weird. It's nothing different. wink
I'll enter! Couldn't hurt, after all... or could it? eek (dun dun DUNNN)
I'll never forget the feeling of waking up, and not remembering why I'd fallen asleep. The feeling of being cleansed, but also being confused. The feeling of being reborn into a person I think I once knew, but to have no idea who I am now. There was always something nagging at the back of my mind, but there was no way for me to remember what it was. No matter how hard I tried to push it farther forward, my past was always on the tip of my tongue, never to be remembered.
Why does my head hurt so bad? That was my first thought after waking. Then, Where am I? and Why am I wet? The ground beneath me felt squishy and even damper than I was. Suddenly, wet coldness washed over me and filled my mouth. I coughed, trying not to swallow and hating the muddy taste. In my surprise, I had automatically sat up; after spitting out the last of the water, I rubbed my eyes open and took in my surroundings.
I was on a rivershore in the middle of a forest. The trees were mainly evergreens, with a few others. The river was a small one, but not small enough to be a stream. It seemed to be midday, but I couldn't be sure, thanks to the cloudy sky. Last of all, I looked down at myself. I was wearing soaked through jeans and a wet, plain black hoodie. As I leaned forward, my hair fell in my face and I saw it was curly and black.
I sat there for a few minutes, not knowing what else to do. My head ached and my stomach grumbled, but how could I find food? I didn't even know my own name.
A name... I thought. Let's start with that. A name... At first, I didn't know what to think. A name? I couldn't think of any. What was a name, anyway? Opal. the word popped into my head unbidden. I didn't know what it meant, but I felt satisfied with it.
Opal....
That's me. I'm somebody now, but I won't be for long if I can't find something to eat.
(Might add on more later.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 3:27 pm
How does one explain the feel of fog in one's thoughts? She had awaken with the feeling of newness. Like a newborn pulled from her mother, she had opened her eyes for what felt like the first time. The world was new to her, but there was a feeling. A nagging feeling upon the back of her mind that told her that it was far from new. She tried to remember what seemed to have been forgotten, but it was no use. Shaking off the feeling, she reveled in the born again feel. Her dark red hair was pushed out of her face, hands pressed against supple pale skin as she felt her face. “Where am I...” she wondered, voice softer then a bell as she gazed around her surroundings. She had found herself upon a soft mossy bank near a bubbling brook. The sound of the stones shifting beneath the churning water. It was peaceful, as peaceful as the forest that surrounded her. The tree were tall and vibrantly green. The leaves were large and amongst them were beautiful flowers of multicolored hues. The purple was herr favorite of course. Why was her favorite? Was it always her favorite?
Amongst the turbulence of questions that spun in her head, there was one that seemed to have resound louder than any of the others. It was a simple question with a complex twist to it. “Who am I?” Blinking, she stood and gazed about for any clues of this question. It was something that needed answered, but how? There was nothing around her, but the bent grass that she had been lying upon. From what it seemed, she had been lying there for a while.
The world felt cold, perhaps it was because her clothing was damp. “Damp?” It was a curious word. It meant water had soaked in. Had it rained while she was asleep? Glancing about, she noticed the dewy residue upon the leaves and flowers upon the ground around her. How long had she slept? She took at step in a direction, but came to a complete halt when the sound of a roar echoed throughout the forest. Turning towards the sound, she raised an eyebrow. “What was that?” She stumbled forward, curiosity moving her towards the direction for a moment before her better judgment kicked in and she ran the other way.
Hoping over the shallow brook and sprinting through the thickening brush, weaving her way past trees, she quickly made her way far from the area she awoke in. Far from the small familiarities she had gain. Somewhere far in her mind, she wondered, What was that beast? She stopped as she neared a mountain. It's crag reaching through the clouds, piercing the heavens. Where was she to go now?
She neared the spire. Finding shelter in one of the many man sized caves for the moment. It was more like a niche than anything, big enough to fit her form and shelter her from the weather. It was a good place to rest her sore feet and aching limbs. Her body felt sluggish after waking and forcing it to move in such a way had left her winded and in pain. The sun was far from setting still. It sat upon it's throne, in the center of the world now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:36 pm
HAHAHA! WOW! PEOPLE ACTUALLY POSTED ON THIS! I suppose I should probably get around to saying who the winner of the challenge is...
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:36 pm
Meh. It's only been, oh, 3 YEARS. rofl
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:33 pm
It's never too late to hop into the fun things!
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