Ok. Here's the story... I know I'm not the best writer, but I want to help everyone in FF to become an even more fabulous writer!!!! To do this, I am starting a game... Here is how the game goes: Someone posts a boring word, and the next person comes up with a better word for it. Then that person says another boring word. Ex: Person 1: ran Person 2: sprinted Person 2(again): good (ect.) Okay I'll start! Happy
I put it here because the point of it is to make writers better... It's in FF for a reason, so in FF it will stay...
I'm going to get a mod. Second time in 24 hours. This should be in Off Topic, then they could write a better story on FF. Okay? Okay. So move it or I'll get a mod to.
Seriously? This is to make writers better... It's a good thing that it's in FF. Do you not understand that? Andi: that's a very good idea!
Actually, Dolph made something like this a whiiiiiiiileeeeee back. If it's just one word at a time, then it should be in OT. But if it's one HUGE update at a time, then it should be in FF. it's like a collaboration between all the authors.
Yeah, but if Lindsey decides to change the concept to one huge update at a time, then it can stay in FF.
Andi: that is an AMAZING idea!!!!! Why don't you do the honors, and start us off with the first update!
I'm stuck. .-. Suspense...hm. My ragged breaths echoed throughout the dark room. I couldn't see anything beyond these four walls. My hands twitched, held captive by the saggy cloth. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, and I saw that I was in a small adjacent room, with no furniture and no light source. I bit down hard on the icky napkin that was wrapped around my lips to keep from screaming. How did I end up here? I shut my eyes, trying to recall some kind of faint memory. Nothing. Did I get amnesia? Was I unconscious? My breath caught as my ears detected the sound of footsteps outside the small wooden door across me. I waited anxiously as the clanging of metal filled my ears, and I saw the doorknob twist. The light shone too brightly, and I involuntarily turned my head away. I heard a chuckle, and I forced myself to gaze back at the doorway. My eyes squinted at the silhouette of the man. He was big, with broad shoulders and hair spiked up in all directions. Through the light, I saw him grin before extracting a knife from his pocket. "Aw, look, she's awake." BEEPBEEPBEEP "ARGH!" I jolted up awake, my back rigged and my mind sharp. I gasped, and glanced around. My hands weren't tied anymore, and there was no wet cloth on my mouth. I was on the floor, with my blankets and pillows scattered around me. It was just a dream, Kaila. Just a dream, I mentally said to myself. "Heavens!" My head spun to the door, where my nanny stood, piles of clothes folded in her arms. "Are you okay, Miss?" she asked politely. I immediately banished any thoughts I had about the dream, clearing my throat, "Uh--yes, Brenda. I'm fine," She nodded then, "Well. Mrs. Jacque says that you should get ready for school now." I got up from the floor, and Brenda walked away. Just a dream, just a dream. I stretched and yawned, making my way to my bathroom. Everything is going to be fine, and the dream never happened. Too bad something did happen. Too bad I didn't see the small marks that were around my wrists. Marks that only a tightly Ted cloth could make. Marks that symbolized the starting of something very, very big. Eh. It's not that good.