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*Round Robin 'Riting, for the uninitiated. People take turns writing a story. And, er, title subject too change, I just wanted something to identify this thread with.
To set the mood I'm aiming for here, I will start off with the following quote:
“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky
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She stood looking out the window, staring down at the dying city. “I’ve done so much,” she murmured. “I’ve given them so much, for so long...” Her palm smacked against the blackened wood of the window frame with a soft thud. “What more must I do? How far must I go to win?”
“More importantly,” said the child from the couch, “how far are you willing to go?”
She stared at the city below, and wondered.
OoO
Nicole Winters had a secret, the sort of secret that one keeps buried and locked away in the deepest crevasses of the soul.
She didn't look the part of a secret-keeper. She was small, pale, graced with long raven's wing hair and frosty blue eyes that were far too large for her face. Her nose was long and pointed; her jaw even more so. She dressed only in black, nothing more and nothing less.
Her fellow students at Ashfall High had singled her out as a target from day one. Her stature made her an easy target for trash-canning, and her private nature exposed her to the worst of the teasings.
But Nicole Winters had a gift, and that was her secret.
submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(March 5, 2009 - 9:25 pm)
(March 5, 2009 - 9:25 pm)
Wow. You guys made good time. Kudos.
(March 6, 2009 - 12:14 am)
Aand to get it up to the front of the queue again...
(March 6, 2009 - 12:16 am)
This one too.
(March 6, 2009 - 12:18 am)
*sigh* and this.
(March 6, 2009 - 12:26 am)
Dude, you write so well it's intimidating. ;D
(March 6, 2009 - 10:48 am)
Eh... I don't think it's anything special. You want to continue it?
(March 6, 2009 - 6:55 pm)
Twas a joke. ;) Hmmm . . . I'd like to continue it, yes, but . . . Hmmm . . . I'm fresh outta ideas . . . *shakes head disapprovingly*
(March 10, 2009 - 10:22 pm)
AND THIS!!!
(March 6, 2009 - 10:31 am)
Are you going to write more? it's so good! and i like that quote you chose. VERY True.
(March 6, 2009 - 1:39 pm)
It's a Round-Robin 'Rite, so I don't continue the story. Someone else does, and then someone else continues off of that, and then I continue, etc.
(March 6, 2009 - 6:54 pm)
Ok, I'll attempt to continue it, but it won't measure up to TNO, though...sorry.
When someone imagines a "gift" they assume that it's something good, a prized talent. And that can be true. But Nicole Winters' gift was of the essence that only certain people would want. The kind of haunts that lurk in dark corners, whisper inside of deserted manors. Not the kind of thing that you want to come face to face with. But Nicole was cursed with being bound to them, in a way she would never understand.
If someone had taken the time to talk to Nicole, in a way other than teasing, one of the first things she would have asked them would have been, "Have you ever had a nightmare?"
So yeah, that's my contribution...
(March 7, 2009 - 11:55 pm)
And so I am sort of copying from The Ruby Key and After Hamelin here, but am I forgiven?
Okay, Nicole could travel to the places she dreamed about. She couldn't choose. Sometimes she'd have horrible, frightening nightmares that she couldn't escape until at last dawn broke, dawn, her friend, her ally.
I'm a bit preoccupied. Sorry. Very unoriginal, and very short. Sorry. Got to dash.
(March 8, 2009 - 6:36 pm)
Ooh, cool. And along the lines of what I was thinking, too. :)
(March 8, 2009 - 9:39 pm)
Tno (umlat!!) agrees. *shrug* That's a score.
(March 9, 2009 - 4:29 pm)
Nicole was also one of those people who frequently have very vivid, very frightening nightmares, the sort that leave you shaking in bed with cold sweats for the rest of the night. Her nightmares featured demons, shadowy creatures, death, destruction, and mealworms. Nicole hated the mealworms most of all, ugly wriggling things with their hard black heads and tiny crawly feet. They made her skin crawl, even in her waking hours.
The result of Nicole's gift was that she was flighty, nervous, and jumpy in daylight. She dreaded sleep and did all she could to avoid it. She stayed up reading until her eyes drooped and she nodded off with the lights on. She drank coffee at an alarming rate and shoved rocks into her pillow.
But occasionally the nightmares could not be avoided.
(March 9, 2009 - 9:32 pm)