WRITE A SENTENCE TO CONTINUE THE STORY


#1

So this was a thread I participated in back on the Clubs, and it was super fun! So I thought it’d be fun to bring it back over here!

So, the link to the story on the clubs on longer works. See a plot summary in post 118 of this thread.

The last sentence on the Clubs :
Fear immediately took over my synapses as I reeled back in utter horror at the thought of whats coming.

My sentence :
“Careful, don’t move. I don’t want to mess this up. Doctor Bonnacorsi will be mad if I do. And I do not want to go where you’re going!” Phoenix scolded, spinning her syringe around in her fingers.


#2

“Oh no, that would be so bad.” I feigned worry, then kicked out again. “Let me out of here, you quack!”


#3

Phoenix scowled, getting more frustrated with me. “Honestly, you’re making this harder then it needs to be. The freeze is not that harmful. Now, hold still.”


#4

“You can take that needle, and shove it up your-” At the last minute, I managed to dislodge the syringe from her hand, and while she bent to get it, my foot connected solidly with her face.


#5

She tumbled backwards into the wall all while shouting into an earpiece I hadn’t noticed before.


#6

Phoenix face flushes a deep shade of purple as she screams orders for someone to die, but her muscles loosen as if she’s relaxing.


#7

One of the walls fly open, and a group of 5 people in lab coats storm in, and apprehend me.


#8

Then they pull me deeper into the room and pin me down on a silver table, fresh syringe in hand.


#9

I can’t help but wonder if they know my phobia of needles, I hope they do.


#10

But if they do, they don’t seem to care, as they give me several injections, the final one knocking me out.


#11

Red, nothing but red, and galaxy, and red, and incredible color. Is this a hallucination, or reality?


#12

I seem to be walking on nothing, towards a house I recognize more then any other place: John’s house, my ex-best friend.


#13

“John!” I called, and the world answered, and the blacktop burst under my feet, and he appeared to me, made of blacktop and flowers and brick and color.


#14

Behind him spread the world I had vanished from: My sister, the Party Caucus, The Academy of the Excelled, everything I had ever known before that fateful night I broke into his house.


#15

He spoke to me in what sounded meaningful, but was really just “depth, silence, ethereal, peony, towering, oxygen, razorblade, eye, sonnet, willow, afterlife.” But I knew he blamed me.


#16

I could feel the dream state slipping away, the people behind him vanished one by one. The ground under me began to crack, and soon I was falling. Falling into nothingness once again.


#17

I hit nothing. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Awaken.”


#18

I couldn’t help but ‘awaken’ and wonder if I’m ever going to get another choice about anything ever again.


#19

I opened my eyes to searingly bright lights that blinded my vision, and pulled against the tight restraints that had me tied to the bed.


#20

My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw I was in the creepy room I had seen before. The blonde girl I had seen before was sat on a chair a few feet away, unrestrained.