THE STORY

[richardgarr]

I will write a chapter of a story, I challenge you fellow writers to continue the story, adding to it as it grows . Please try to keep it flowing so that it makes some sense and has some sort of consistency. Good luck


He awoke. There was nothing . No up , no down , just emptiness. Darkness surrounded him. He was aware, yet possessed no form. Feeling a sudden pull sideways he saw a light ahead. Far away still, yet getting closer by the moment. He could now feel heat and cold. There was a tingling sensation starting in his now newly formed body. Faster he approached the light now. His new grown hair flowing out behind him. Fragmented images were now flooding his mind. Was it memory ...perhaps.

[Minister Masket]

Sam's entrance into the world was not a pretty one. After the doctors had washed the majority of the blood off the wall, they left Sasha alone with her newborn. So began the life of Sam.

3 years later...

[Norse]

...Then everybody died.

The end.

[got tonkaed]

Sam's entrance into the world was not a pretty one. After the doctors had washed the majority of the blood off the wall, they left Sasha alone with her newborn. So began the life of Sam.

3 years later...

he died from an apparent infection that arose from eating his own stools as a child.

The end.

[got tonkaed]

...Then everybody died.

The end.

damn.

[Minister Masket]

Well this is no good. We have two endings!

[Syzygy]

He awoke. There was nothing . No up , no down , just emptiness. Darkness surrounded him. He was aware, yet possessed no form. Feeling a sudden pull sideways he saw a light ahead. Far away still, yet getting closer by the moment. He could now feel heat and cold. There was a tingling sensation starting in his now newly formed body. Faster he approached the light now. His new grown hair flowing out behind him. Fragmented images were now flooding his mind. Was it memory ...perhaps. Or was it something else? Some memory imposed upon his mind, not of his own free will?

The memories hit him, hard. They were horrible, people lay dead all around him. Earlier on rumours of diabolical activity had been on the rise. The dark lord, Cthulthu, an evil so evil and ancient that nobody truly believed in it, had risen up from the watery depths and killed everything. Then another distinct memory hit... He killed the horror and saved the town of Portsmouth. But why did he feel different?

Uneasily, he moved his hand to his face and found a tentacle...

[Norse]

He awoke. There was nothing . No up , no down , just emptiness. Darkness surrounded him. He was aware, yet possessed no form. Feeling a sudden pull sideways he saw a light ahead. Far away still, yet getting closer by the moment. He could now feel heat and cold. There was a tingling sensation starting in his now newly formed body. Faster he approached the light now. His new grown hair flowing out behind him. Fragmented images were now flooding his mind. Was it memory ...perhaps. Or was it something else? Some memory imposed upon his mind, not of his own free will?

The memories hit him, hard. They were horrible, people lay dead all around him. The dark lord, Cthulthu had risen up from the watery depths and killed everything. Then another distinct memory hit... He killed the horror and saved the town of Portsmouth. But why did he feel different?

Uneasily, he moved his hand to his face and found a tentacle...



The Stagnant humidity hit his face, like a speeding locomotive from shit-brick city.

A Banana? "why yes young apprentice!" The trolls from watery valley must see you now! Nvever again, he thought. In distant lands, there was unrest, unrest at the thought....the thought of the union.
"Please sir, lend me your motor-vehicle, I must delivwer a large packet to the law-house".....We never heard from him again.