We're Almost Back!
Hey! Scribbleteers, what is up? It's been a long time since we've seen each other! And while we are not quite ready to re-launch, (the day is drawing closer though) we want to give you a taste of what is coming, and to show our appreciation for your patience with us. :) The following story is an example of what our Monday's will be like. A chapter will be written, and then, based on your choice, the next week it will continue in the direction you want. So without further introduction:
The forest was enshrouded in a fine mist. The rain had kept up through
the night, taking turns pouring in huge downfalls, then subsiding to nothing
more than a light drizzle. Now, as morning dawned, the sun fought with all its
might to fight through the dense blanket of clouds and spread warmth on the
earth, and specifically on the dark forest running along the high cliffs of
Astoria.
It was in this dark forest, dripping with moisture, that a figure darted along a barely visible deer path. He was panting, and his raiment was soaked not only by the mist, but by the sweat that trickled down his body and pooled under his arms and knees. He slipped and slid again and again, risking a glance behind him every now and again. He ran till he could run no more. His foot snagged on a root not visible in the dim light, and he was sent sprawling to the ground. Mud splashed over his body and face, and his hip landed square on a stone. The pain that shot through his right leg forced a scream out of his ragged lungs.
The man grasped his hip, sucking in sharply. His body racked
with pain, his lungs were on fire, his head was spinning like mad, and his
vision was blurred by the mist. And yet, through it all he managed to see it.
The beast dropped from the sky with a tremendous snarl, causing the man to
scramble backwards. He wiped his face and yanked out his weapon, a small sword.
The beast crouched low, yellow, jagged teeth gleaming.
“Stay back!” the man hollered, using a fallen tree to push
himself to his feet. The beast took a step backward and swung its head in a
circle, then leapt forward.
Reflexes alone saved the injured man from immediate demise.
He dove to the side, just as the animal crashed through the tree, smashing it
to splinters. But the landing jolted his body, and more pain rushed through his
leg. He had lost feeling in it. He tried to roll on his back, but just as he did
he felt a rough, course talon snatch at his leg. A large claw caught hold of
his pant leg and began to drag him backward. He swung his body side to side,
trying to unhinge himself, but it was to no avail. The beast rolled him over.
For a moment the two stared into each other’s eyes. The man’s,
blue, wide with terror of sure death, the beast’s a steel grey, merciless.
Hungry. It opened its mouth wide to reveal the tall, spike-like teeth, about
ready to chomp down on its prey, and. . .
What will happen? You decide!
A.)
The beast kills the man, only to be surprised by
. . .
B.)
The man stabs the beast and rolls away to fight
and . . .
It is now your turn! Vote for either A or B in the comments, and see what happens next! As an added bonus, while you wait for Scribbles to fully launch, we'll continue this story Monday, when we'll announce the return of Scribbles!
Happy Holidays
~SarChi
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Oooooh, I vote for B!
ReplyDeleteB!
ReplyDeleteA..because the beast swallows him whole only to find the man fighting from the inside.
ReplyDeleteOh my. That's an interesting twist
DeleteB. He rolls away to cone face to face with another beast and it ends with them looking at each other the man smiles at the beast and it ends with them running towards each other ready to fight to the death
ReplyDeleteA! I like the twist mentioned above, and while it's hard for me to kill characters in my own writing, I like to see how others do it!
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