I love writing so I thought I would try this. Basically, everyone adds onto the story and we will see where it goes. I have seen these work really well before, so here's to hoping it works out. :)
[b]RULES[/b]
1 - Posts must be a minimum of one paragraph long. The minimum size of a paragraph is four sentances.
2 - No explicit/adult content. I'm pretty sure this is against FP T AND Cs but adding the rule just in-case.
3 - No silly/obscene additions
4 - If a common genre starts to build don't deffer from that genre. eg if the submissions are all scifi themed, don't make a medieval themed addition
So, I will get us started. Have fun. :)
David woke up with a start. He sighed softly and pushed the covers back. Yawning, he pushed himself off the bed and stretched. He cast a look to the nearby mirror. A tall dark haired man glanced back at him through the glass.
(Now for your turn. I left it short and ambiguous enough for it to become anysort of story. )
He rubbed his eyes after looking at the Mirror, he was confused as to why he saw a dark haired man, he was blonde. He glanced again, at the mirror; this time it was as though he was really seeing himself, not a confusion of what he had just saw. He shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of his Bedroom.
After a brief decision whether or not to release the golden rain, he decided that to shove hot bread in his mouth would clear his head. He took a step towards the stairs, inevitably missed the first and landed in a bruised pile in the bottom landing. He went back up the stairs to try again, this time managing to make it. And then went back down again, a firm believer that repetition fixes all mistakes. Just as soon as he got downstairs however, a sharp click came from upstairs.
Suddenly the light went out. Startled he picked up his old broomstick, conveniently placed against the wall at the bottom of the staircase. After his eyes had gotten used to the darkness he started to make his way upstairs, mystified and worried as to what could have created the strange noise. "Perhaps it is just a bird or some other animal that has managed to get in through the window" he thought to himself, feeling a little more calm. When he had but one step to climb he stopped abruptly. "But why did the light go out? Could it just have been a coincidence?".
All of the sudden, the light came back on. "Silly me", he thought. "The power must be fiddly because of the storm." But as he stepped closer, the light clicked off again. Then back on, and off. On, off. On, off. He noticed that the rhythmic succession of "clicks" were repeating at consistent intervals.
David paused. He raised a curious eyebrow at the darkness before shrugging it off, heading into his kitchen to grab a flash-light. The man glanced at the clock. Shit, David thought, he was late for work. He quickened his pace, grabbing a light from the back of a draw before rushing upstairs.
Suddenly, the upstairs light grew brighter, and the clicking of the light grew louder. The storm seemed to increase in intensity, and the house began to shake. The sounds of life around him crashed and thumped in synchronization to the pattern emerged from the light, as he dodged the falling vase from the staircase window.
But then it all stopped. The vase crashed to the ground, seeming impossibly loud due to the sudden absence of noise. The house rumbled ominously, while a whirling sound came in from the outside. The light came on again, but it wasn't inside his house. The lights in his house were truly off this time, and given the smoke coming out of the switches, he wouldn't be turning on again. Beams of light shone in through the windows, cutting through the darkness and lighting up the wall. David didn't peer to look out of the window to see where it was coming from; but as he watched the light on the opposite wall, he saw a silhouette appear, and it was advancing towards his house.
Fear gripped him, thoughts racing through his mind. He tightened his hold on the flashlight. Frantically, his eyes searched the room and he found what he was looking for. He ran to the other side of the room and picked up the broom. He gripped the handle, hard. His knuckles turned white. Gritting his teeth, he positioned himself by the window.
Fear struck him, and didn't realise what he was really doing - with the broom in his hands. What if it really was something outside? He felt something in his nether regions, and went upstairs to relieve himself, in the bathroom.
He let the faucet run the warm water through his fingers - silks of sanity washed over his face as he struggled to keep it together. He looked at himself in the mirror, and all that was left in the next second was a loud bang as the roof above his head was pulverized. All he could see was light when he looked up, and all he could feel were the strong winds that pushed the remaining debris into a whirlwind. Bigger, and bigger, the light grew, until he began to see the small details of something metallic hovering above.
With his hands still wet, he looked up. David could feel his jaw drop, he had always believed in alien life. As he was staring up in awe, the door was kicked in. The silhouette from before apperead right in front of him. The creature he saw was probably one of the most disgusting things he had ever seen.
David tried to back away from it, but soon his back hit a wall. He was now trapped between an alien, a wall, and a spaceship. Soon the alien caught up to him, the wall wouldn't break, no matter how hard David pushed, so he was definitly trapped. The alien extended an arm, and grabbed David's throat. He could feel the air being pushed from his lungs, all he could hear was the ringing in his ears, and the sound of the spaceship hovering above his open roof. He looked into the black eyes that belonged to the alien, that was the last thing he saw before passing out.
He woke up to the sound of himself being thrown on an iron ground.
"Hand it over", the ominous voice said. Suddenly, he felt a scolding heat rush through his veins as he twitched and writhed in pain. "I'm going to tell you one more time before I kick these wires into overdrive: hand it over." He knew nothing of what the voice was talking about, and looked around and saw nothing but chrome walls, piping, a speakerbox, and a matrix of cords exiting his skin. He grasped at his chest and felt the shredded remains of skin and tissue leading to a gaping hole in his chest, in which a tangle of cords connected directly to his heart.
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