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ROUND ROBIN!
ROUND ROBIN!
This one's a bit complicated. It's gonna be the same story, you know, plot wise, with the same main character, but the setting and other characters can change as often as you want. (meaning, if it starts in the Old West with cowboys, you can change it to the future with robots, only the main charater and outline of the problem are the same. The character's name can change, too.) Just make sure its different every time. You can post as often as you want. Get it? I hope so...
Genre: Fantasy: Main Problem: Trapped
BOOM! Thunder shook the tower, and lightning shattered the sky, breaking it like an eggshell and sending the tears of the clouds upon the monotonous gray stone. The tower loomed dangerously high, clashing against the broken remnants of the dome that kept the soul- sucking darkness of space at bay. The prince, locked away in a tower like Rapunzel, slammed his fist against the cold, unforgiving walls, his furious, yet desperate screams lost in the howling wind that bit back like a ferocious animal.
The Prince had been locked away because he was only half a prince. The Queen had broken her vow to the king and had him. His real father was a baker, but the memories of his past were just a distant blur. He had been trapped as long as he could remember simply because he wasn't supposed to exist. And now, with the tower flooding and his life in danger, the prince would have to suffer for a crime he didn't commit.
Suggestions for next setting: the Titanic, a servant in a palace, a genie in its lamp?
submitted by Katie, age 11, Outside looking
(October 10, 2009 - 10:26 pm)
(October 10, 2009 - 10:26 pm)
Oh! I forgot!
Main Charater: Boy with mysterious past
(October 11, 2009 - 3:46 pm)
The captain of the ship looked on in horror as water flooded his cabin. He had tried the door several times- it was locked. Then he saw a way out. The window! Of course! He looked into the raging sea, and, knowing that it was now or never, jumped.
(October 11, 2009 - 3:47 pm)
The cold wind blew in the young boys matted dirty locks, tangling them more than they already were. His dirty bare feet hit the hard, sharp rocks.
He looked up; the cliff he'd just jumped from crumbled. He ran, faster than he ever had before. jumping over large rocks in his way just for the suspensful fun of it and dodging large crumbly rocks.
The tumbling stones sounded like the roar of a loud thunder storm, the small ones hitting the ground to make the rain, the large to make the thunder. The worked together, making a terrifying sound.
The boy, now tripping on the rock, fell. The heavey stones tumbled over him, burying him in the sharp rubble.
(February 3, 2010 - 5:30 pm)