Lost Soul part 3

Part 1 by Enni

Part 2 by Jokerswild

The phone kept ringing in my hand but I couldn’t answer it due to the shock paralysing my body. Strange noise filled the shaking room and then part of the roof was just torn away, disappointingly Tony and Roman were the first ones out rush the door. Another part of the roof fell inside the room, but thankfully Luna moved me out of the way saving my life and snapping me out of the shock. Some part of it must have struck me because my bracelet has broken and lost in the chaos. As I noticed the bracelet is gone I alow saw that the box from the game had a hole town in it with a faint light shining through it. And then really grotesque hands coming out of it and reaching in my direction. Luna fainted at the sight and I just cried looking at the long fingers protruding in my direction. I felt the hand grip my wrist and at the same time, the front door burst open under the foot of my father rushing in together with my mother.

“No! we are too late..”

“Mom! help, I’m sorry I didn’t know!”

“William, quick, the tracker!”

I was being constantly pulled towards the shining hole in the game, my father pulled out a small square black device out of his back pocket and threw it at me. I barely managed to catch it as the hands yanked me harder now, losing my balance and falling towards the light the last thing I heard was my mother trying to say something that was cut off.

“Find your gr…”

I relive these events often in my dreams hoping I could remember more details but to no avail. It has been ten years now of waking up hungry and cold, thankfully through my childhood, my grandfather often took me for camping in the woods where I learned how to make shelter and find food in case of an emergency, and now I’m glad I never tried to thwart his efforts to teach me.

I have one stealthy shack on the ground and one on a tree if I need to run away from animals or the Ha La Lau, I see them sometimes wandering nearby alone or in packs. I avoid contact with them fearing they will kill me on sight like many animals they do. Maybe they won’t, after all, we have practically the same shape, but then that’s all we have in common.

As for the food, I found the most similar plants to what we have on earth and planted them nearby, occasionally I hunt for small animals, mostly hope they will fall into my trap. I try to search for some more resources during the day but I’m still afraid to wander off too far. Tonight I was awoken by a branch being broken close by, I instinctively clutched a sharp piece of metal I once found and used as a knife and peeked out. I heard a rustle and then silence. It wasn’t the Ha La Lau because they glow at night and I haven’t seen or heard an animal…

 

 

If you know someone suitable for this challenge feel free to let them know about it maybe they will join us. Or maybe you? do you want to write another part of this story? let me know in the comments.

The Lost Soul….Part 2

Part 2 is finally here, Part 1 is here.

BRAIN FREEZE

It was my sweet sixteen birthday and my parents were giving me the one gift every teenager wanted, to be treated like an adult. They were letting me throw my own party with the house to myself! They had rules like “no boys”, which would be broken. No alcohol, no loud music and we had to stay out of the game closet for some reason. Ever since I turned thirteen I had been prohibited from going into the game closet, it was also the age I was given my fashion bracelet that I always had to wear. I noticed most teenagers had one so I didn’t feel special but they all didn’t look the same, so some of us felt unique. My parents said they were to help keep kids out of trouble, who was I to argue? My dad figured some of the rules would be broken so he…

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Welcome to the game.

First of all, I would like to thank again to everyone who took part in the Destination Unknown series. If you don’t know what it is, check my blog if you liked it then I invite you to join a new series. To many of you, these might be tiny numbers but I’m happy that all together we got 309 likes and 361 comments especially when I didn’t expect this thing to work at all. I have decided to finish this project early as I treated it as a beta. (It ended with a potential to continue so you never know.)

For the next challenge/series whatever you want to call it I wanted to set defined rules to improve, unfortunately, the rules and ideas I had turned out to just cause problems when applied to a group of writers and work better on a book with one author. Then Enni messaged me that she has a short intro ready that we could use for the next challenge threw all my ideas out the window, surprisingly that helped. I had to re-think everything and probably improvise along the way, if you have any ideas for improvements please comment below and we will consider it before we start. Here is what Enni wrote

‘Mommy, please save me, they will eat my soul’ I cried over my phone
‘Honey, don’t lose hope Momma will be there. Keep your tracking device on’

I kept the tracking device on for my parents to search and make me free from these Ha-la-lau, that’s what they call themselves. I don’t know from where they come. All I know they capture humans, after torturing them they eat their souls. They think this will save their civilization.

Oh No! these EM waves from their ship, My tracker. I wobble it high in the air. It lost the signal. My Freedom is in your hand…

As you can see it will be likely sci-fi, or a demonic cult with high-end tech, same thing. I would like to tell me as whom you would like to write, enter the role of the teenage child and the parents or as a third party helping the parents to find the child.

The rules as for now there are not many.

Minimum of 600 words per part. If for some reason you kill all the main characters you need to introduce a new character to replace them. And that is pretty much it because YOU make it interesting by adding your own style and plot twists.

I would like it to make it 20 parts long with preferably 10 writers. I am not sure if I will be writing parts myself, it depends on the flow of the story. Instead, I will be playing sometimes with you sometimes against you, sort of a wild card, a watcher. I will drop a clue, a secret message to help you reach your goal but foremost to make you think and research things to be able to continue, for example, a coded message that you will have to find a key online to decipher it or just co-ordinates to a location. I also might hurt, trap or kill a character. To avoid unnecessary amount of posts from my side I will drop the messages in the comments and your emails. Hopefully, the authors from previous challenge return, If you are new and want to join please do, and if you know someone who might like it let them know.

Please comment below with tips and to join and we will assign parts to the people. I feel like I forgot the most important part for new people, the idea is simple, one person writes a story and drops it and some interesting point then you pick up where he left off and continue it in your own way, then drop it for another person.

Ah yes, this is the intro, we need a name for the series, it’s not out of laziness but out of respect for you that I would like you all to come up with a suitable name.

 

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Destination Reached

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

 

The mirror had to be destroyed, but not yet not while we are here.

“Agatha is everything ready?”

“Yes Mit.”

“And Ann?”

“She was taken care of her while you made the connection, she is with her partner now.”

“Great, now my favourite part..” “Mit!” Agatha interrupted.

“Are you sure it’s a smart thing to do? I know it’s game for you but one day it will bite you back in the ass.”

“I guess you are right, but we used them so much they deserve to know, they need to know what they did.” said Mithra.

Now ladies and gentlemen lets cut the crap and I will explain something, especially to my authors. Yes, you there reading it, I love breaking the ‘fourth wall’ especially when the bricks hit the audience. Confused? Let me explain. We used you, it’s what we like to do me and my sister. The dream you have read about, you all had it and don’t remember it. My sister has a special ability, she found you and visited your dreams for days, implanting ideas, giving instructions. The flames that consume her in the dream actually consume your memory of what happened.

We gathered the six of you randomly, yet you formed a strong group. You can’t remember yet but you all came together to Oslo, following the visions. You found the house and barged into it. I don’t own the house no, it belonged to Ann, her husband James and their daughter. The Man of the house naturally stood to defend his family from the 6 strangers so you killed him, then tortured and killed Ann. Funny enough the whole six of your brains refused to take in what you did to their 5-year-old daughter. What is funnier to me is that all of you thought you are writing fiction out of your own will, you couldn’t be more wrong. What you wrote was a statement of your actions that the police will be very interested in. I had to control your minds fooling you to think it is just another story you wrote.

It was not easy with the 6 of you, Lucas resisted the most that’s why there was so much craziness in his part, Amanda was close to figuring out how to starjump. Did any of you recently felt time missing? remorse, regret or sadness? maybe relief from letting the anger out? that would be your subconscious mind going over what you all did. Your group murdered an innocent family and tried to burn the house down, tried since Lloyd’s old Zippo wasn’t so trusty after all.

If you are wondering why I wouldn’t be the main suspect just think who is more likely responsible, a man who can’t be found and starjumps or a group of people who describe the crime scene and try to blame it on a fictional character? Both police and I know that adding more fiction won’t make it less real.

Don’t be angry or disappointed, if the mirror remains intact you can still figure it out.

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Destination Unknown (Part 7)

Part 1 is here, rest is linked on my blog. Ennis I am sorry for cutting in before you I was bored so I wrote this.

With the attacker’s last swing he stuck the axe in the wall which blocked a blade that was meant to cut at neck height. Fortunately, my grandfather never made anything easy for family or foe alike. I don’t know who he wanted protection against but another blade shot out of the wall so fast that I only noticed when his legs came right off the second after. As if that wasn’t enough, from the frame of the mirror sprayed some sort of acid which filled the corridor with a horrible stench of burned skin. Looking at this horrible scene I thought this man doesn’t deserve it, nor can he tell anyone about what he saw, I need to finish him off. After a quick check of what’s at hand, I saw that the sword was thrown outside the mirror as well. The corridor was too tight for a wide swing so a push will have to do.

“What the hell is going on up there? is that James shouting?” asked Ann

Shit shit shit what now? “I’m coming down, wait!” how will I explain this mess?

I had to end his shouts of pain so I pushed the sword into hopefully his heart, wet crunching sound did silence him indeed. Before I pulled out the sword a trap door in the floor opened swallowing James and the sword. As soon as his body landed on a pile of bones the floor was whole again. “Jesus grandpa…”

Going down the stairs my head was in vertigo thinking what will I say next.

“What’s going on? wait.. is that blood? where is James, what did you do?” her each word sounded more hysterically.

“Ann… there was an accident… fuck there is no way to explain it” I said.

“What happened?” she asked slowly.

“Somehow he got up there, he had a knife and was already bleeding. He must have hurt himself because he was shouting nonsense, then he attacked me and I defended myself.”

“Oh god.. it was him shouting no more starjumps.”

“Yes, just as he said it he slit his throat and fell through a trap door in the floor which I don’t know how to open or where his body is.” I spilled as fast as I could before she could interrupt me.

“What the fuck are you talking about.” tears started flowing down her cheeks

“I know how it sounds but that’s the truth, I’m sorry Anna.”

“Asshole, I told him to not go off his meds…”

“I’m sorry, I know how you feel.”

“HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!” Her eyes were consumed by an inferno of rage.

Ignoring her rage I proceeded to tell her what not many people knew about me. “Once I did have a partner, a beautiful bookworm with red hair. Her name was Olivia, we dated for a year and a half, after which we moved in together. For the next year our relationship was a dream, and that dream ensured me I wanted to marry her. I still see her face, she told me she is pregnant. I had everything, a house, beautiful woman and now a child, so I decided to make her happier and to propose later that day. We decided to celebrate with a day off work, wine and sunbathing in the garden. I knew she won’t drink now but I needed more courage so, after some I dozed off in the sun. I was awoken by the thud of the book she dropped. I went for the ring in my pocket and she must have realised what is happening because she stared at me, mouth slightly apart, eyes watering. This made me nervous so my slight spilled over the floor like marbles while I went with my practised speech. When I finished talking I looked at her to see her face purple and with tears, not moving. The thud that woke me wasn’t the book but a roof tile which fell hitting Olivia in the back of the neck severing her spinal cord. She was laying beside me paralysed not able to breathe while I was fucking talking how much I loved her. When I realised what happened it was too late, So I know how you feel.”

At this point, the fire in her eyes was extinguished by the river of sadness that came from my eyes.

“Mithra… I am sorry… I need to clear my head… I..I..I need to go” said Ann storming off through the front door

I didn’t try to stop her there was already too much to explain upstairs. I made my way up feeling the symbols on the rail to make sure I don’t end up like James. At the top, I noticed a new symbol was being formed on its own. “what the fuck..” is the mirror using people as power? Maybe Agatha will know what the new symbol means.

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Hey guys I am reading all the comments on all blogs and would like to thank you all for the positive feedback. You all made a good point of setting a limit on the parts otherwise we will make a book. Like you said 20 seems like good maximum. I want to give everyone at least 2 parts, that will result in 12 or 14 parts which is a lot, If we won’t be reaching the end by then we might be in trouble. When we are done I intend to do a similar challenge but with defined rules etc to make it even better, on a specific page for it.

Destination Unknown (Part 4)

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Ann had me there, she might be my friend but she didn’t know that much about me. No one did except maybe for my ex-fiancé Sylvia, who left me after finding out my secrets. I had no choice, I had to lie about my sister’s existence to keep her safe. The only way to protect her is to put her in my rest house here in Norway. This 500 square meter two-story house was bought by my parents when my father, a Civil Engineer, had a construction project here in Oslo, back in the 90’s. Both floors have two main doors, made from Betula pubescens wood with some strange carvings my mum personally designed being an artist that she is. There’s also an old rusty spiral stairs that connects directly to the second floor that is securely locked for its purpose. Several months ago, when I asked Ann to look…

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Destination Unknown – Part 3

And now we have part 3 from Amanda. Yes, it is short but gives a sweet twist to the story.
“I should press charges for assaulting me.”
“Fuck sake Ann it was just a tap!” I said.
“And when is she leaving?” She asked.
“When’s who leaving?”
“That blonde bitch upstairs. Why on earth did you give her a key? Is she really your sister? I thought you were an only child?”
Ann had me there, she might be my friend but she didn’t know that much about me. No one did except maybe for….

Destination Unknown (Story Challenge pt1)

This is the first part of what I hope will be a long and interesting story, it is booked up for 3 parts already. For a better idea read my previous post https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133348354/posts/1435

The idea is simple, I write a story and drop it at preferably some cliffhanger, then another person has to pick up where I left off and continue in their own way preferably twisting the story. Comment to join.

 

He woke up in the middle of the night again 3:13 am on the clock. It was the fifth night in a row. Each time he was awoken by the same dream. In that dream, he saw a woman standing in a large room made of stone with strange engravings on the walls that felt familiar yet distant. The woman was wearing a plain white dress her golden hair blowing in the wind, but the air in the room was still. As soon as she makes eye contact with him she opens her mouth to a scream and suddenly bursts into flames. At this point, the clocks show 3:13 and sleep is gone. Nothing changed in his dreams, nothing until tonight, it wasn’t really a change but rather an addition. He was standing in front of a large and old house to which he was drawn to by a strange feeling, upon entering he was suddenly in the stone room and the woman in front of him. 3:13 again.

Due to many interesting skills acquired ever the years he decided to concentrate on the details of the dream. Oner next several nights he was drawing what he saw in the vision. that’s what he thought of it as normal dreams don’t repeat themselves so often in such detail. For the first two nights he was sketching the woman from the dream in a way that many artists would be proud of. It took him another 3 nights to note most of the symbols on the walls, they were strange, upon studying them he determined they are most likely ancient Sumerian, unfortunately, he did not know the meaning of them, in fact, there are not many people left knowing ancient Sumerian.

The house was easy to draw, so easy he didn’t need to strain himself to remember the details. It was after he was finished that he realised it was his house. Not the one he was currently living in but one he owns in Europe. Without hesitation, he decided to go, packed his bag and made a mysteriously short call to book his plane. Which sounded as follows when heard from only one side. “Hello… it’s me, Mithra… I’m going to Norway, the usual… tonight.. thanks.”

It was midnight when Mithra arrived in Norway, the taxi took another 30 minutes. Finally, he was standing with a bag over his shoulder looking at the house he was seeing in his dreams every night for almost two weeks, the only house on the long and dark street. His eyes narrowed and his heartbeat raised slightly, the light upstairs was on when it definitely shouldn’t. Mithra stopped by the large and certainly heavy front door, he was about to grab the handle when he suddenly heard the sound.

Next up is Enni so check how she will continue the story, I hope the challenge is not too hard. After Enni it will be Amanda. Leave comments on the stories if you want to join us, I will repost all parts on my blog so it is easy to find them in one place. Also, rules I didn’t mention, it can be short or as long as you like. You can change it in any way you like as long as there is a main character. If you want to kill Mithra you need to create a new main character beforehand.

I have an idea for you all.

I had this idea recently that sounds fun in theory but is likely to fail as not many people read this blog. I was thinking of interacting with other bloggers to create a story together. It would work as a way to get out of your writer’s block, sometimes out of your comfort zone, and an exercise and a challenge in one. In my head, it would ideally work with more than two people.

Let me explain this simple idea. I would come up with a random story with a cliffhanger on my blog, then if you want to participate, you leave a comment that you want to continue it next. If more than one person wants to participate than we have to set the order who is first. Because every story would be left on a cliffhanger, you would have freedom of changing its direction in any way you like. You can twist the story in any way you like as long as some elements stay consistent. When you are done remember to live links to all the parts and another person continues. The challenge in it is to be able to continue someone else story. Every writer would have his own view of the certain world and could change the genre of story in each part.

For example,

We have a certain character walking through an abandoned town at night, at some point he comes to a large and grim-looking house when he hears a woman screaming from within, without hesitation he charges to kick down the door and when it swings open… (my part end and next person picks up and if he likes he can twist it as such) With the force of the kick he tumbled through the doorway, but instead of falling on the hard wooden floor he expected he felt grass underneath him, upon looking around he realised he was in a forest. But he just kicked the door into the house, when he turned around there was whats left of the door and through it, he saw the dark street of the town but here he was among the woods with the sun shining.

Then that person evolves the story to some flexible point that the next author picks up the take us further. Do you get the idea? To simplify and recap you read a story, then pick it up where it left off, choose whether you stick with the theme or completely twist it and then drop it somewhere for the next person to pick up. At the end, we all should have some great story to read with a lot of plot twists.

So if you think that it sounds like something you would like to try then please leave a comment so we can start it. If not then maybe someone will take this idea and use it on a more active blog.