The Edits, and Everything Else! discussion

(((((Okay so I thought it would be cool if we could have a thread where everyone can add parts to a story! I want to start with something super vague and then anyone can add whatever they want (characters, plot ideas, etc.) I'll start. I wrote this bit one day when I was having writer's block.)))))


"Where am I?" I ask.

There's no furniture, no windows, no door, nothing. There is absolutely nothing in sight, just a vast white void. I don't remember where I was or what I was doing or even who I am.

I look down at my feet and I see that I'm wearing some beaten-up red converse, dark jeans that look kind of dirty and a red and black flannel over a Beatles t shirt.

"So I can remember The Beatles but I can't remember my name? Great," I think to myself. Maybe if I could see what I look like I could figure out my name. I stroke my hair which I see is long, brown and a bit wavy. I look in my pockets for a mirror or anything I can see myself in, but there's nothing. Just some lint and a gum wrapper. Seeing the wrapper makes me realize that I'm hungry. I need to find something or someone to help me out soon.


(((((Go ahead and add whatever you want ^-^)))))

((haha thanks! ^~^ I thought it would be fun. Feel free to add to it whenever you want! (: ))

[[ Hey...this is a really good idea. :D ]]


((Let's make this character a kick-ass heroine...))

"Hey!" I holler, marching up to one of the spotless steel walls. "Hello? Anybody out there?" I kick the wall. I expected some dust to fall, but they don't come. Grumbling in annoyance, I turn away from the wall. I don't like how I don't even know my name, or anything at all. How did I get here? I wasn't even lying on the ground... It's as if I just popped out of nowhere and into this room. Like I just started existing out of nowhere.

Sighing and sitting down on the floor where I think is the middle of the room, I pull off my shoes. I roll up my jeans and take off my flannel. I need to check myself for any clues that I wasn't just born here, out of nowhere, and that I have a past, that I used to belong somewhere. No. I shouldn't be using past tense for that. I belong so,we here. I know it. I just need to find my way back.

As I look up and down my arms, hands, fingers, hair, feet and toes, I keep an eye out for tattoos or scars. I find what I'm looking for just below my left collarbone. A tattoo. It's a tattoo of a compass, just not your ordinary compass. Squinting to check the north, south, east and west markings, I realize there are none of those. They've been replaced by other letters. C, A, D and E. "CADE"? Is that my name?

How do I pronounce it? Is it a short form? A nickname? I start to get excited over the stupid thing. Kay-deh? Kah-aid? Kad-ee? Kay-deh. Cade.

"Cade," I whisper, a small smile forming on my lips. Then the room starts to rumble and shake.

((I might add something later on, but holy potatoes I swear I've read a short story really similar to this at school last year xD and let's celebrate my Twin's Doctor Who reference with fish fingers and custard :3))

[[ *Raises plate of fish fingers and custard* ALL HAIL LOKROW'S REFERENCE!

And I kind of based the last part of my post on the Maze Runner. What's the story you read?]]

((You got the Moves Like Eccleston, Twin xD and I can't remember the story's name -_-))

((That was good, I like it Alessia c:< I'll add to it when I get home from school! I wrote my part when I was having writer's block and I thought "hmm, what if I write what my writer's block feels like." I guess it feels like the beginning of the maze runner cx you guys are too cool \^~^/))

[[ *Raises a plate of half-eaten fish fingers and custard* ALL HAIL BRIANA THE CHAMPION!!!

((And no bother, Annelies.)) ]]

((hahaha aw shucks cx *blushes violently* WE ARE ALL CHAMPIONS!))

((here's my next contribution))

The rumbling throws me off my feet and I land on my elbows. I spit out a few curse words as I rub my elbows. Then the rumbling stops."What the-?" I start to get up but, just as suddenly as it stopped, the rumbling starts again and I'm back on the ground. When the shaking stops once again, I don't even bother getting up."What is going on?" I wonder aloud.

I'm starting to get frustrated. I run my hands along the ground in hopes of finding a bolt, nail, crack or anything that might hint at a way out of here. Another rumble complicates the search. It stops. Just as I'm about to give up, my fingers slide over a teeny seam that, if I weren't looking, would've been virtually invisible.

There's a spot where the seam is just slighty wider than the rest of it; a keyhole of some sorts? It's just big enough for me to stick my nail in and pry it open. Another freaking rumble. This time it almost breaks my nail, hmph.

When the rumbling stops again, I quickly pry open the seam. A cover comes off, about one square foot. I peek inside.

((mwahaha))

"What?" I gasp to myself, staring down below. I expected only some sort of compartment in the room, but instead I've got myself an exit. And I can't decide if that's good news or not.

The room is being suspended in mid-air, below it is a barren landscape with nothing but snow and ice. In spite of that, I hardly feel the chill at all. Maybe the land is fake and it's just an image my "captors" or whatever set up. Or maybe I've been drugged and my senses have been numbed. Or maybe it's because I'm trying so hard not to puke.

Jerking back up and curling myself into a ball, I press my forehead into my knees. I can't help it. Apparently, I'm afraid of heights. Very afraid of heights. Sitting there shivering with fear, thoughts race through my mind. Toughen up, Cade! Stop being such a weakling. It's just heights, what's so bad about it? Why are you shivering, Cade? You're just up in the air. There's nothing to be afraid of. Why are you scared? There's a hole, come on, call for help! What are you doing? I want to stand up, I really do, but I can't. I don't understand. Why am I so afraid? Why can't I stop--

"EMILIA, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? Get up there and check that container. Our subject has awaken! And the container is upside down!"

((Well, there's space for your imagination!))

((here goes))

Other people! Relief washes over me as I listen to their voices; they're trying to flip over my box, container, holding cell…thing."One…two…three!" I hear someone say. As he says "three" the box starts to tip over until it's completely on it's side, sending me tumbling with it.

Now the opening is on the wall of the container instead of on the ground. I scramble onto my hands and knees just as a face appears in the opening. It takes me a minute to adjust my eyes but when I do, I see a man with dark skin and light eyes. hmmm…what a weird combination , I think.

The man reaches in to help me out of the box but as soon as I'm out, he pulls my hands behind my back and holds them there."Let go!" I yell, trying to squirm free.

"Woah, we have a feisty one." It's the man I first heard. He's short and looks almost gaunt. His gray, pin-striped suit hangs loose from his frail looking form. His cheekbones are angular and his eyes are set so deep into his face you can hardly see them. His black hair looks like the only part of him that's well kept; it's carefully combed to the side.

"Who are you? Where are we?" I demand. From where I'm standing I can see now that the container I was in was originally on top of a transparent, glass floor that looks down towards actually ground. That does prove that we are in the sky, at least 6,000 feet.Don't look down. Don't be scared. Hold your head high. I chant that in my head until I can (somewhat) calm down.

The short man ignores me."Cogan, please take subject 00185 to my quarters."

The man holding my wrists answers."Yes, Dr.Lazarus."

((just realized I forgot to mention Emilia ._. I was going to introduce her as Lazarus's assistant but oh well cx

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