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ROUND ROBIN!!!!!!!! All right people!!!! Get your little fingers glued to that keyboard, 'cause we are starting a round robin story!!!!!! Here goes!!!!
I cannot remember a time before this. It seems like a different world, hidden by brambles and thickets, which memory cannot penetrate. At night, when I lie awake on the stone floor, I wonder if that time before ever happened. I watch the moonlight swirl in through the cold prison bars, and I wonder.
I wonder if there ever was a time when I marched down the streets, singing out the songs of freedom. I wonder if it ever happened, that day I stood so high on the crates, flag fluttering above my head. I wonder if I ever really saw that young man's speech, if I ever really yelled and chanted with the crowd. I wonder...I wonder if I really shattered windows, smashed doors. Did it ever happen, the beat of the drums? Did it? I wonder.
*By the way, this is copyrighted by me, and I already have a story written for it, I just wanted to see how we could make it as a group, so nobody better take ANYBODY else's work and put it under one name!!! It's all ours!! OURS! Together!!!
submitted by Kit Kat
(June 8, 2009 - 7:15 pm)
(June 8, 2009 - 7:15 pm)
if your story is not published u cant really copyright it. and besides this isnt the whole story anyway so...... no one can really copy it. instead of copyright might i suggest saying do not plagiarize????
(June 9, 2009 - 4:44 pm)
SMALL DIFFERENCE!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'll put it different: Nobody-take-this-for-their-own-and-if-they-publish-it-I-will-sue-and-they-will-spend-their-days-haunted-by-my-ghost-while-I-live-a-fulfilling-life-except-for-the-fact-my-awesome-intro-was-stolen. Ok. There. That works. Now go ahead and PLEASE add on.
(June 10, 2009 - 3:48 pm)
Um... she's not actually saying that she's writing to the government and asking for a copyrite. We just do that sometimes if we don't want people to copy our stuff: (c) Mary W. June 10, 2009 or whatever. It's not meant to be taken literally...
And ask Lena, I'm not making this up -- I know a lot about plagarism. ;)
(June 10, 2009 - 4:14 pm)
;) Yes... one of my many rash accusations that happen to fall on poor Mary W. Seriously, though, you should think about copyrighting it.
(June 10, 2009 - 5:34 pm)
Is this about women's suffrage? Women really did get thrown in jail, you know. If it is, you really don't want to write about it, because they did all kinds of horrible things to lady prisoners, and you might just be grossed out too much to continue when you're halfway through the book.
(June 11, 2009 - 8:03 am)
No, it is not about womens suffrage, and i know what they did to women! I have what people call an encyclopedic mind. (Alexander the great did too...) NOW WILL SOMEONE PLEASE JUST WRITE THE STORY?????????
(June 11, 2009 - 9:43 am)
Chill, Kit Kat (I'd continue but I'm blanking out, sorry). And who's talking about women's suffrage, for Heaven's sakes?
(June 11, 2009 - 3:23 pm)
((The suffragists went through stuff like this. I think that's how it came up))
(June 12, 2009 - 11:10 am)
Sometimes I even wonder if this prison cell is nothing but a figment of my imagination, if I am really lying in a cold, white lab room, while the dank stone walls around me are created by the hallucinogenic drugs the feds are rumored to administer to captives. I wonder a lot of things, and I suppose some of them must be true. I cling to that hope, the hope that this dank cell in the middle of nowhere is not real, and that I am in a brightly lit lab where I may someday be found and rescued before the Operative turns me into a slave.
((alright, too much Firefly. Too much. Someone else continue nao?))
(June 11, 2009 - 1:22 pm)
But even as I hope that this prison is not real, I know that something is not right. I cannot think-cannot remember anything before this. Already I wonder about all that has happened, and I can still fainlty remember those last hours. But the smaller things have been erased. What is my name? I do not remember, I cannot remember. What have they done to me?
(June 18, 2009 - 1:26 pm)
My finger nails are bitten down and so is the skin around them. I have lost
track of time, but time time means nothing when nothing is eternity.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all too help me remember life before. 'Cept for a small tatto
on the heel of my foot. I wonder if I could escape. Not that i've actually tried that hard. They feed
me here. Sometimes I hear mumbeling
through the wall, songs of flags and freedom, stories of wit, courage
and bravery. These bring me my comfort as I wait. I don't know what I am waiting for. Could it be that man who made the speech? Could he be MY hero like in the stories the mumbler whispers through the wall? I wonder. I have a long time to do so and I am settled, though uncomfortably with my fate. Then I hear the breaking of glass and yelling. Has my Hero come? Or is it another ghost of dreams long past, something that only I can see.
Is.
It.
Real?
(June 27, 2009 - 6:38 pm)
The commotion quieted, the door unlocked. Oh my god!! This is my chance I thought. They came to rescue me, I thought. This is the end of my torture, I thought. But no, instead in tumbled a dirty boy of about sixteen. He was all beat up. When he saw me he smiled. "Hi, Im Geoffry and I guess we are cell mates." He held out his grimy hand " Pleasure to meet you"
(June 29, 2009 - 7:22 pm)
PLEASE!!!!!!! write more!!!
(July 1, 2009 - 7:23 pm)
"Pleasure to meet me?" I exclaimed, sceptical. "Pleasure to be here in this tiny littly cage? If this is pleasure, Geoffrey, what is torment like?"
"Surely it can't be all that bad!" he said.
"You don't know the half of it. I don't remember anything, not even my name. How did I get here? What did I do? One month here, and you won't know anything either."
"Well, obiously, we all did the same thing. If you really don't remember, I can tell you, of course."
That was when I noticed his tatoo. It was completely identical to mine.
(July 2, 2009 - 1:57 pm)
"where did you get that!" I yelled. "shut up you idoit, they'll hear you" Said Geoffry. " I'll tell you why and then we will leave. I can't believe you did not figure out how, sis. Dad will be ashamed." I could only stare but in my mind I could only yell OMG OMG OMG WHAT IS GOING ON I THINK I AM IN A COMA OR I DIED OR THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THE MUMBLER'S STORIES OR MAYBE I DO NOT EXIST!!!!! THIS TYPE OF STUFF ONLY HAPPENS IN THE MUMBLERS BALLADS!!!!!!!!
(July 3, 2009 - 6:43 pm)