Continue The Story (Game)

[Kiersten, Mod]

I thought it would be fun to start a continue the story game with all the writers in our group (and anyone else who wants to join in).

How it works: I will start the game off with the first sentence. The next person who posts will continue the store by adding another sentence, then the next person would build on the story. One sentence per post, no matter how long or short. However, you can post more than once. Just not consecutively.

I will run the game for about a week, maybe till the end of the year. Then I will do my best to combine the story and add it to this post, along with the names of everyone who participated. Sound fun?

Okay, so where to start…
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Abigail Smith wiped her brow and concentrated on her task.
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Update (Story so far) Read through and then double check any recent posts before adding to the story.

Abigail Smith wiped her brow and concentrated on her task. Despite the frigid temperature in her bedroom, her hands were growing clammy and she swore she could feel the tickling sensation of sweat at her temple.

She decided to Call her Pony Friends (Twilight Sparkles, Apple Jack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and also Princess Celestia) For some Help With High School.

She shrugged off that imaginative wish and focused back on the job at hand. She didn’t have a lot of time—two weeks, that was it!—till the deadline, zero hour bearing down on her like a red-eyed snorting mustang from hell, and still she was only half finished. Half finished is better than having never started though, she thought, and now with her husband at work and the kids in school, she could finally focus unto the ebook to write, even though she still struggled with the memories of her old witchcraft coven from long ago haunting her still...

Her fingers twitched and tingled as they hovered over the keyboard, begging to dabble in the art of magic and power again, even though she had sworn off of all things supernatural and moved across the country to start her life anew.

A whisper manifested in her mind.
"You can never escape the darkness..."
Her hair stood on end, knowing the ghosts of her past still haunted her as if her life were a manor constructed on the most fertile yet cursed soil, the tormented souls of the Native American dead pouring from every grain of dirt.
She sunk into regretful thoughts. Her dabbling in the dark arts had corrupted a part of her mind whichs' darkness could never be wholly expunged.
"In the name of the Lord, away with thee, demon!"
She clutched the cross which she wore tightly, determined to ward off the spirit which still infested her home.
"I need to get into contact with Father Marinus and the demonologist David Edens as soon as possible..."

The sudden surge of power and darkness frightened Abigail, and she decided that her ebook could be put on hold for short while longer so she could make a few calls, because how could she focus on anything now with so much demonic energy seeping through her walls?

The first call was to her friend and fellow Firefly enthusiast—browncoats unite!—Jason, the second was to her employer, letting him know she wouldn't be making it in today.

[Krysta]

Despite the frigid temperature in her bedroom, her hands were growing clammy and she swore she could feel the tickling sensation of sweat at her temple.

[Katie]

She decided to Call her Pony Friends (Twilight Sparkles, Apple Jack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and also Princess Celestia) For some Help With High School

[Andrea]

She shrugged off that imaginative wish and focused back on the job at hand.

[Kiersten, Mod]

She didn’t have a lot of time—two weeks, that was it!—till the deadline, zero hour bearing down on her like a red-eyed snorting mustang from hell, and still she was only half finished.

[[deleted user]]

I would like to add that the lack of background and motives of Abigail make it a notch harder, but in case you still continue this:


Half finished is better than having never started though, she thought, and now with her husband at work and the kids in school, she could finally focus unto the ebook to write, even though she still struggled with the memories of her old witchcraft coven from long ago haunting her still...

[Krysta]

Let's see if we can't get this back up and going!

Her fingers twitched and tingled as they hovered over the keyboard, begging to dabble in the art of magic and power again, even though she had sworn off of all things supernatural and moved across the country to start her life anew.

[Casey]

A whisper manifested in her mind.
"You can never escape the darkness..."
Her hair stood on end, knowing the ghosts of her past still haunted her as if her life were a manor constructed on the most fertile yet cursed soil, the tormented souls of the Native American dead pouring from every grain of dirt.
She sunk into regretful thoughts. Her dabbling in the dark arts had corrupted a part of her mind whichs' darkness could never be wholly expunged.
"In the name of the Lord, away with thee, demon!"
She clutched the cross which she wore tightly, determined to ward off the spirit which still infested her home.
"I need to get into contact with Father Marinus and the demonologist David Edens as soon as possible..."

[Krysta]

Love the enthusiasm Casey, but the rules state that each person may only add one sentence per post.

[Casey]

Krysta wrote: "Love the enthusiasm Casey, but the rules state that each person may only add one sentence per post."
((Sorry. I didn't think there were rules. I kind of get immersed in these things too easily))

[Krysta]

Casey wrote: "((Sorry. I didn't think there were rules. I kind of get immersed in these things too easily)) "

Kiersten set some up for us in the introductory post.

[Krysta]

I hate to see this die out...so I'll just keep going from Casey's post.
Please keep all future posts to one sentence. It's part of the fun!


The sudden surge of power and darkness frightened Abigail, and she decided that her ebook could be put on hold for short while longer so she could make a few calls, because how could she focus on anything now with so much demonic energy seeping through her walls?

[Kiersten, Mod]

The first call was to her friend and fellow Firefly enthusiast—browncoats unite!—Jason, the second was to her employer, letting him know she wouldn't be making it in today.