Post by \/Nitrogen\/ on Mar 2, 2008 0:16:33 GMT -5
Begins: March 1st
Ends: March 31st
Objective: To create a story piece by piece.
How to play: One person starts off the story. Then the next person to post continues the story from where they left off. It continues until the last day when the story is ended.
Story 1: Hauntings
Lana Nguyen. A freshmen in highschool. Was currently experiencing what must be why people called Highschool Hell. Several junior girls surrounded her. Forcing her back into the girls bathroom.
"Saw you talking to my boyfriend." One of the girls voiced. Lana was confused she didn't know anyone yet she had just transferred in.
"Dropped you're books on purpose di'nt you!?" The first girl threatened.
"N-no." Lana stuttered. She remembered dropping her books. A boy had picked them up for her.
"Liar." The first girl said. They hit her. Kicked her knocked her down. She screamed. No one came.Then finally the girl bent over her, after a beating that caused several broken bones and a severe headache, and whispered,
"Never again." Then pulled her head up by the hair and said,
"Ya hear me? Never." And slammed Lana's head into the tile. Lana blanked.
Amora Nielson was scared. She had a secret. Dark. One that she had kept along with two of her best friends. Kirsten and Ginger. And today was the anniversary of that secret. Today was the anniversary of the girl's death the one who they killed. They only meant to scare her but eventually ended up beating her into unconsciousness. After avoiding the police and a court hearing they were here. In their senior year. Not even out of high school yet. And they were cold blood murderers. The door at the back of the class opened.
"Miss Amora Nielson, Detective Johnson would like to see you." It was the principle. Amora looked back a look of confusion on her face. A detective had been here since the death. And he had talked with her over ten times. She gave the same answers every time. The Principle left. She knew the way. As Amora walked down the halls alone. She heard sounds, screams coming from the girls bathroom. She rushed in. No one was there.
'Too late.' The voice was eerie and quiet like a young girl's a girl from her past...
((I set the first part now it's whoever plays next's turn to write the next part))
Ends: March 31st
Objective: To create a story piece by piece.
How to play: One person starts off the story. Then the next person to post continues the story from where they left off. It continues until the last day when the story is ended.
Story 1: Hauntings
Lana Nguyen. A freshmen in highschool. Was currently experiencing what must be why people called Highschool Hell. Several junior girls surrounded her. Forcing her back into the girls bathroom.
"Saw you talking to my boyfriend." One of the girls voiced. Lana was confused she didn't know anyone yet she had just transferred in.
"Dropped you're books on purpose di'nt you!?" The first girl threatened.
"N-no." Lana stuttered. She remembered dropping her books. A boy had picked them up for her.
"Liar." The first girl said. They hit her. Kicked her knocked her down. She screamed. No one came.Then finally the girl bent over her, after a beating that caused several broken bones and a severe headache, and whispered,
"Never again." Then pulled her head up by the hair and said,
"Ya hear me? Never." And slammed Lana's head into the tile. Lana blanked.
1 Year Later
Amora Nielson was scared. She had a secret. Dark. One that she had kept along with two of her best friends. Kirsten and Ginger. And today was the anniversary of that secret. Today was the anniversary of the girl's death the one who they killed. They only meant to scare her but eventually ended up beating her into unconsciousness. After avoiding the police and a court hearing they were here. In their senior year. Not even out of high school yet. And they were cold blood murderers. The door at the back of the class opened.
"Miss Amora Nielson, Detective Johnson would like to see you." It was the principle. Amora looked back a look of confusion on her face. A detective had been here since the death. And he had talked with her over ten times. She gave the same answers every time. The Principle left. She knew the way. As Amora walked down the halls alone. She heard sounds, screams coming from the girls bathroom. She rushed in. No one was there.
'Too late.' The voice was eerie and quiet like a young girl's a girl from her past...
((I set the first part now it's whoever plays next's turn to write the next part))