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I felt a slightly cold drop of rain fall on my face. My eyes opened to a cloudy sky. I coughed, and tasted a dry sandy paste. I opened my dust encrested eyes, and tried to raise my head when I felt a jab of pain in my neck. With all the strength in my body, I rolled onto my side and looked around, extreamly dazed. A familiar vocie echoed in the air; then another.
"Hello.." I mangaged to say.
"Amelia?" "Is that you?" said a strange girl coming up to me (she looked very familiar).
"I." said gasping for air, "I don't know, who am I?" I said, the rain starting to spit more consistantly.
I attempted to push myself up, but felt that pain jolt from my neck down my tail bone. Once my eyes were clear, I looked around and saw rubble. everywhere. I beleive there was a planecrash. I told myself. I forgot who I am. I don't have a source of identification. While I was completly unfocused, I saw a boy come into view. They both pushed the blue chair I was in up, and put something behind so I could stay up. I looked around more, and saw luggage, and bags everywhere. I looked down, and saw my left leg had a big bloody gash in it. My right wrist was swollen, and purple. My head was heavy, and my eyes were drooping. Every heaving breath stung my lungs, and my throat was filled with sand. That said, I blacked out.
When who knows how much time passed, I woke up to hushed voices talking in a serious matter.
"She doesn't know who she is, and she's in terrible condition."
"And you don't think I know that? If she remembered who she was, and wasn't all cut up, would you ditch her to survive on her own?" "What if she has a family alive and looking for her?"
"Ok, ok point made, but I'd like to get back to my family too."
I looked over to see a tall man, and woman talking. I looked right back to the ceiling, of whatever this shelter was. I tried to remember something, then something hit me. It was, that girl, me, and a few other girls, watching movies, and spread out on the floor having a sleepover. Well. Now I at least know that I know this girl. But I still don't know who I am, or any other of these people.
Now it's your turn, who are the adults and the girl, what's Amelia's backstory, where was she going, and what's her story!
submitted by OrangeLemon, age infiniate, Sarcastic society realm
(November 6, 2017 - 7:23 pm)
(November 6, 2017 - 7:23 pm)
Um... maybe the adults are doctors, or distant relatives, the girl could be her cousin, and she was going to Europe to escape someone? I don't know.
Alex says wmen. Women? I said I thought they were relatives, Alex. Pay attention.
(November 9, 2017 - 8:03 pm)
(November 10, 2017 - 8:36 pm)
Just a quick note: this is a thread, so feel free to write.
"nbdy cars" said Memphis.
"Did I ask you?"
"ummm. nooo
(November 11, 2017 - 11:21 pm)
Should it be a continuation of the story, like in narrative form, or should it be like the first comment?
(November 12, 2017 - 3:03 pm)
i think it would be good as a continuation of the story, I think it would be fun to see what other people write, so heres a character sheet
Name:
Gender:
Apperance:
personality:
backstory:
other:
*shipping is allowed
(November 19, 2017 - 3:02 pm)
The man and woman are fellow survivors of the crash, maybe other passengers or flight attendants. But they feel responsible for her. Maybe they were sitting near her.
Amelia's parents are divorced. Her father is an ambassador or business person in the Middle East or Africa, her mother is in the states. She is going to visit her father for the summer when the plane crashes in the middle of a desert.
Or Amelia died in the plane crash, but she didn't have any selves in the parallel universes, so she showed up in the next dimension. Just putting that one out there.
(November 12, 2017 - 2:46 pm)