Something fun - Group Writing game!

[Amanda Artist Cat]

Hiya ❤️! I thought we should do something fun - Group Writing! Never heard of it? Oh, I invited it 😹

Soooo, here's how we do it:
- I'll post the story's plot below
- Each of you can post a sentence or a page or whole chapters of what you think should happen next in the story, then the next person continues, starting from where the last person left off.
- You can write anything you like as long as you follow the plot and not make the characters do things out of character (no pun intended)!
- You can request to edit what other people wrote. Just say "Request Edit:" and I'll consider it :)
- I will create a Goodreads creative writing for this, and every Sunday I'll update the story and you can pop on to read what's new!

[Amanda Artist Cat]

Hiya, sorry for the delay, I was BUSY!!

The Plot of Our Story:

Five young witches are convicted for the murder of a wizard. They are thrown into a cursed woods to test their innocence, and to be punished.
They band together, a bond built of a mutual desire for survival and a trust so fragile it would break at the slightest provocation.
Who, out of the five, is the murderer?
Who, out of the five, will survive?

[Amanda Artist Cat]

Tell me what you think 🙂! If you don't like it, I'll think of something else! If you have anything to add, feel free to tell me :) :)

[Amanda Artist Cat]

You may create characters as you like, but please let me do the world building, it's a bit more complicated, so I'd like to handle it, if it's okay with you!

[Samantha]

I stare at the girls around me. Four people I trust. But why? Any four could have killed that wizard. Any of the four people I'm now walking with could be a murderer. I push those thoughts from my mind and push on, waist-length hair swinging in the breeze. I'm not ready for this, and fear fills me as I walk. The darkness reminds me how young I am, makes me shrink, feel so small, only 19, way too young to murder someone. Or am I? What am I capable of?

[Amanda Artist Cat]

((Very good Samantha!!)

The girl beside me looked around. I couldn't remember her name - Björna, I think. Her eyes were the colour of bitter coffee as she peered shrewdly at me. The dungeon was dimly lit, but I could clearly make out the faces of my four companions, each turned to me.

"If you don't mind," said Björna in a deep husky voice that reminded me of the growling of bears, "please move. We would like to see them when they come."

I shifted quickly away from the window, hopefully they would all look away.

[Samantha]

I stopped pacing and sat in the corner. The only light in the cell came from the torches that sat flickering on the wall outside the cells. Shadows flickered around me and I sat in the corner, watching the others, watching Amethyst move away from the window. Suddenly the faint sound of footsteps began to echo on the stone steps, the guard descending deeper and deeper into the dark.

(Sorry if you don't like the name Amethyst!)

[Amanda Artist Cat]

（I loooove the name Amethyst! It's my birth stone 😍)

[Samantha]

Really? That's so cool! Mine's a ruby.

[Amanda Artist Cat]

Samantha wrote: "Really? That's so cool! Mine's a ruby."

Ooohhh pretty! :D

[Helena]

"What do you think they're going to do?" one of the other girls asked, her ice blond hair swinging as she turned to look at us. I think her name is Ennora.
"Why don't you ask them when they get here?" Bjorna retorted. I suspect the long period of waiting is starting to get on our nerves.

(I'm not sure how to put the little accents on Bjorna's name, sorry!)

[Amanda Artist Cat]

(it's fine 😊!)

As we spoke, they came. Gaurds in armour black as the surface of a lake mirroring the night sky. I froze. Björna tensed beside me and Amethyst ducked quickly away from the window. Enora gave a little gasp; my last two fellow prisoners however stayed where they were, they're faces hidden in the shadows, standing silently in the dark.

[Samantha]

They're twins, the last two shivering in the corner. Similar in looks and personality, both tiny with ice-blond hair and fierce blue eyes. Alice and Andromeda. The guards approach us with disgust, both terrified and disgusted at the sight of us six witches locked in the dusty cell. They handle us with thick gloves, tugging us to our feet and throwing us into the hallway, metal shackles snapping around our ankles and clanging against the stone floor.

[Amanda Artist Cat]

I didn't dare make a sound, my feet dragging on the ground, numb from all those hours cramped in the dark cell. Bjorna, however asked in her gruff voice, "Where are you taking us?"

[Samantha]

The guard didn't answer. They wouldn't even look us in the eye, let alone talk to us. I guess we'll find out soon enough. My fear grows with the light, getting closer and closer to the ridicule of the wicked King.