Let's Write A Story Together!!

[xXoblivionXx]

Pretty simple, each person is to write the next paragraph in the story once done. I'll paste them all together and it should be fun to read :D

with out further a due, here is the first paragraph.


She placed a pen and some paper on the table in front of me.
“Write.”
I looked up at the officer.
“Now what exactly would you like me to compose?” I responded.
“Enough with that sly talk of yours, Noah.”
I looked down at the pen as if it was a foreign object.
“How you ended up here, Noah, come on, you need to start talking.”
“Well that, Officer, is a long story.”
“Well I suppose you start writing then.”
Again, my eyes moved toward the pen and paper lying in front of me.
“How about we do this the old fashioned way? You better listen close because I’m not going to repeat myself.”

[TheN3rdyOutcast]

The officer seemed to be trying to hold back her anger at me, otherwise I knew I would have been slapped by now.
"I said WRITE!" the officer said.
Trying to see how far her patience would extend, I took the pen from the table and twiddled it in my fingers, thinking.
The officer seemed to be interested, as if I would write down one of the secrets of the universe.
Finally I wrote on my hand. Immediately I showed it to her, and watched as her face lit up with fury. "Hi" she read.
Before I knew what was going on, I felt her slap me with a loud, "WHACK!" and the side of my face felt as if it had been pressed by a hot iron.
"YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES, HUH?!" she screeched.
She leaned up against the corner of the interview room and rubbed her temples.
"Take him back to his cell, Officer Miller" she said, defeated.
I was forcefully, pulled by my shoulder and pushed out of the room by a very large man, and into a dark, dank hallway.

[xXoblivionXx]

"kid, I don't know exactly what you did. but maybe it would be smart to start talking," said Officer Miller.
I shrugged, "maybe, when life is fair"
"I tried," he responded as he pushed me into my cell and locked the door.
It's just me and these four walls, again. As gloomy and miserable as this place is, I don't mind. I did what I did and I don't regret it. I broke the law, doing good. The way things are today, the system, society, all of it. It's messed up. I was helping people. Maybe my friends and I got a bit carried away but we were the good guys. I just got caught. I would do it again though, if my best friend came to me and told me that his mom was dying and she got cheated out of her money by an insurance scam, we would rob that son of a bitch and give his family the money back. And that's exactly what happened.

[goodnightxmoonx]

I wish I knew what happened to him. The last time I saw him, he was being pulled away by two hunky officers who were threatening him.
Go, he mouthed. Run while you still can
I had run far enough, I thought, to be out of sight, but still at a point where I could watch, helpless, as he was handcuffed and shoved into the backseat of the car. He did not turn around to look at me. I don't know if I was mad or sad or glad at that point. But I didn't run fast enough.
They shone the flashlight throughout the forest, a beam that radiated off every tree trunk and shrunk the precious seconds I still had left.
But I was frozen. I couldn't run, after what had just happened. My feet rooted me to the ground.
I was caught, of course, and taken to another, different patrol car. "I've got you now, you rascal," the officer said nastily. "Any last words?"
That's all I remember before I threw up all over him.

[TheN3rdyOutcast]

"Oh, geez!" I said, as I looked up to see my cellmate with vomit spewed across his orange jumpsuit.
Before I could say anything more, I was pinned to the ground by him, a near 300 pound man, he pressed my face to the grimy concrete floor, and hissed into my ear. " You better have a good explanation for that, mate, or you're life span will get a whole lot shorter". He lifted himself up off of me and brought me with him. Suddenly I remember one more tidbit from my story. "My watch!!!" I pulled my jumpsuit sleeve down, revealing a dark silver watch that emitted an eerie green light in the darkness of our cell. "What da hell is that?" the man muttered, pushing me against the wall again. "It's our way out of here..." I said to him. I pressed a button on my watch and it began to hum softly, and spin.

[Hudor]

The man released me and backed away hurriedly, a horrified look upon his face. I could not blame him. I was equally stunned. It had been a parting gift from my friend. Standing in the forest, he had thrust it into my hand and whispered hoarsely,
"Steer it with greed and ambitions vile,
Every step you shorten will spawn a mile,
Train it with sensible and selfless care,
In all your pursuits, it will reward you fair." He then gave me a long look and added, "If all goes well, we will meet again, very soon." With that he turned and stepped out of the shade of the trees and walked away towards the pulsating red and blue lights and the enemies beyond. Everything seemed a bit clearer to me now. Why none of the officers had been able to spot the watch, even when I was strip-searched. Why every bruise, every cut I had received ever since had healed up so quickly. Though I could still not fathom what the entire message meant, one thing was clear enough. This watch was the one device that could either set everything right or tear the world apart, depending upon the decision I made. The room began spinning around me like the dial on my hand, faster and faster, until everything around me was a blur of gray. I could see light rushing towards me, as if from the far end of a tunnel and then taking a deep breath I stepped into the unknown. I had taken my decision.

[TheN3rdyOutcast]

My former cellmate let out a terrified scream as he was vaporized by the spinning of my watch, and that was the last thing I heard before I was sucked into a bright flash of light.

"My head" I moaned as I struggled to get to my knees. "Where am I?" As my vision slowly became less blurry and the room stopped spinning I detected a man kneeling in front of me, looking worried. "Who are you?" I moaned. The man pulled me too my feet and delivered me a hard slap across the face, setting my vision straight once again. "You should know who I am..." he growled. I squinted and looked straight at him, something about his face seemed familiar...too familiar. He was at least in his 40's, a red head, like me, and he wore glasses like me. "Are you...?" the man nodded.