BabyBull started an interesting game to see how far we could take a story, one paragraph at a time. She was first, then tagged AlienCG who then tagged Churlita. Here is what has been written so far, and since Churlita tagged me, I created the last paragraph….or rather the last paragraph so far! Here we go!
Here is the first paragraph and the beginning of the story written by BabyBull:
“The sun was edging on the horizon, peaking through silver slits of clouds. She sat there watching, waiting for the end of days. On this day she had wished for a fresh new start. Oblivious to what was really happening to her. She couldn’t shake that feeling of being watched. She didn’t know who or why, but she felt it.”
Then AlienCG’s paragraph:
“She looked over her shoulder, but saw nobody there. The feeling stayed with her as she got up and started to walk back toward the house. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention as she nervously peered in, squinting to see who or what was there. A squirrel ran out and toward the large oak tree. She jumped, but knew that wasn’t what made the noise. She looked in again and said in a low-pitched squeak, ‘Hello?'”
Here is Churlita’s paragraph:
“There was no reply. She didn’t really think she’d get one, but it was worth a shot. The only way to really know what was back there, was to suck it up and take a second, better look. This time, she carefully separated the branches to be able to see better in the back of the bushes. At first it just looked like a large rock, but then she saw the two thin arms, bent and reaching up to cover his head. It was a young boy, curled up in the fetal position, and trying to make himself disappear.”
During such strange times, she expected to wake up and realize she was just dreaming. At this moment, however, she realized this was all too real. Her head started to get tight, her heart hammered threateningly. She couldn’t run away from this scene, not with a child lying helplessly at her feet. She carefully knelt down, took the wool scarf from around her neck and quickly wrapped up the child, sheltering him from the cold, bitter wind that had suddenly whipped through the trees. She cradled and comforted the boy in her arms and stood up. Just inches behind where she stood, a thick branch snapped.
Okay! Time to tag someone for the next paragraph! I tag Laura B.! You up for it, Ms. B.?