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Does anyone want to begin a story with me? Like, I write the first chapter, and you guys write what you think will come next - we could have an entire story!
Here's what I have so far.
Aimee Colt's nimble fingers tapped against the clicking keyboard on her laptop as she typed one last sentence into her document. She vacuumed a deep breath into her lungs and let it out slowly to calm her jittery nerves. Being a girl of fourteen, she had absolutely no idea of what would occur in the next twelve minutes until the writing contest's deadline. The contest was for ages thirteen to eighteen, and Aimee could tell that an older competing teenager would most likely cash in the grand prize. She sighed and quickly sent the essay to the contest's submission box, her heart drumming against her chest with excitement. Only nine minutes until the contest would announce the grand-prize winner, and Aimee was certain that her essay would win at least the tenth-place certificate. Ever since Pre-K, her report cards provided the expected A+ in writing class. Sure, she had never entered a contest before, but how hard could it be?
The slim brunette shifted her laptop closer to her lap and clicked on the latest document. Sure enough, her full five-paragraph essay was sitting right there, the inky words uniting on the white page. Aimee felt a glimmer of hope bubble inside her heart, and checked the time. It was 11:56 at night - four minutes until the truth would unfold. She breathed in short breaths, waiting to lay her eyes on the winner.
So...yeah! If you want to continue, just reply with some more of this first chapter! I can't wait to see what you post!
submitted by Nora the Singer, age 13, New Jersey
(November 8, 2013 - 8:31 am)
(November 8, 2013 - 8:31 am)
Merffffff.
(November 16, 2013 - 3:39 pm)
Aimee watched the clock turn 11:59. Only seconds until the Grand Prize Winner would be unveiled. Aimee crossed her fingers together and closed her eyes.
“Please, please, please!” She whispered to nobody in particular. If she won this she would have no more doubt in pursuing her career as a writer and it would also prove that she was actually a talented writer.
Aimee was sure that enough time had gone by so she opened her eyes, ready to see her name on the website, but instead all she saw was a message: INTERNET CONNECTION LOST.
“No!” She cried, her voice choked with tears. Suddenly all her dreams had gone crashing down. She quit Safari and reopened it yet the same message stood there: INTERNET CONNECTION LOST. Aimee slammed her laptop shut and tossed it onto the bed, then kicked the dresser, causing her to stub her toe. The sudden pain worked as cold water does on an unconscious human. Her mind cleared and she noticed that not only did her internet not work, but her bedside lamp and radio clock had gone out. She made her way across the room and pulled back the curtains. All the street lamps on the quiet street were out. The neighbors’ house was completely dark, despite the fact that they had a young baby and often stayed up into late hours of the night.
Aimee turned away from the window and ran to her bedroom door. “Mom?” She called into the pitch-black hallway.
No answer.
“Mom?” Aimee felt her way through the darkness, one hand against the wall, and a panicked feeling in her stomach. What had happened?
(December 24, 2013 - 9:03 am)
"Mom." Aimee was close to tears by now. Her fingers tingled as if her veins were dancing.
"Mom, please answer me..."
Aimee collapsed to the floor, and the only thing she remembered last was the spooky darkness of the room closing in on her.
(January 5, 2014 - 5:10 pm)
Aimee woke up to the pitch-blackness of her house. Shakily, she stood up. The panicked feeling of previous hours rushed back to her. "Mom?" she called out, one last time. Still no answer. She suddenly felt in danger, exposed. She ran as fast as she could into her mother's room, but there was no one in the bed. Not even her dad, who worked day-in and day-out and always needed his rest.
Ideas, scary ideas, were running through her head. What had happened to her parents? Had they been kidnapped? Why wasn't she taken? What about the power outage?
She ran outside-- up to her neighbor's door-- and knocked, when suddenly...
(January 26, 2014 - 3:44 pm)
"SURPRISE!"
"Huh?" Aimee breathed. Was this some sort of sick joke?
"You won second place in the writing contest!" Aimee's mother shouted, and the crowd of people in the house cheered.
(Sorry it's short.)
(February 6, 2014 - 6:46 pm)