Ah, so today I thought it'd be fun to try something silly. I have no idea how it will work, or if anyone will want to play, I could end up with an empty comment section that stares back at me blankly. But for the heck of it, I'm willing to give it a try.
Back in elementary school, I remember playing a game where a story was started, and everyone got to add a few sentences, one at a time. In that game, you could only see what was written one space ahead of you. Can't really make that work on the blog, but I thought it could be fun, to start a story in the comment section and see who will add to it, and watch a story grow.
So without further ado...
Her boots crunched through the layer of ice and she sank deep into the snow. How many miles lay before her? Would she get there in time?
ReplyDeleteShe could endure the snow. Could she endure the cold and the wind that whipped around her face? She would do her best to
ReplyDeleteGlancing behind her, as the biting wind brought tears to her eyes, mingling with the pain splintering her heart, she began to run.
ReplyDeleteBeneath the wind, something whispered. The scent of rotten eggs cut through the icy purity of the winter air. No time to look back, now.
ReplyDeleteIt had been foolish to think it was okay to drive alone during such treacherous weather. Little traffic went through this valley, so to sit and wait for rescue seemed foolish. Besides, the gas station was only a couple of miles back, right?
ReplyDeleteA vicious snarling erupted from the trees on the other side of the road, she slipped on the ice and landed hard on her back, her head smacking the road. Little spots danced in her vision and the breath whooshed from her lungs.
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