Yes, another Story Chain Game Contest!
From the mind that gave you such classics as ...
Let's use Fantasy this time...
Let's Play a GAME!! Once Upon a Time...
Let's do some Sleuthing!!!
Today's Story Game: Horror!!!
The Symbiosis
The Next Great Story Chain Game - The Restaurant ...
comes this week's Story Chain Game Contest!
As before, I will start (as in The Restaurant) with a basic scene and the participants will continue the story or branch from the story. I am going to give the highest-voted post a 10 SBD award if I make over 20 SBD, otherwise that writer will get 20% of the SBD earnings and the rest will go in for future contest funds.
To participate, please comment with the next scene snippet (about 3-5 paragraphs) in the story. If you'd like to continue your own story you are free to do so, just try to keep the additions to short snippets so that others can branch from them.
The Peach Trail
Scanning the horizon, I mop my forehead with a damp cloth. The heat this time of year is unbearable. I hate going out under the glare of the sun just to pick the damned fruits... but they're sooo juicy and sweet that I can just eat and eat and eat. Fine-fuzzed, blaze orange with the merest hint of ruby red, and firm to perfection. The branches of the trees on the Peach Trail hang low before me, like wizened arms with gnarled fingers.
I brush past them with little thought, for this is something I am completely used to. I can taste the thickness in the very air itself. Sweat rolls down to drip between my shoulder blades and into my eyes. I am constantly wiping away the sweat. My fingers move nimbly, practiced at picking the luxurious fruits.
I hear the distant gong of the bell tolling six time, hollow with an echoing chime. I hear the voices calling out. They become more agitated, louder, and more distraught. I listen and feel the hairs at the nape of my neck standing taller. I had forgotten what day it was.
Now it's up to all you great writers to make this story your own. This is almost like writing a choose-your-own-adventure story collaboratively and possibly crossing various genres. This is what makes me so excited!
I would like to thank all of the people in the PAL (Peace, Abundance, Liberty) Discord Channel for their support and encouragement. The Minnow Support Project, MSP, is an awesome thing to feed the minnows and teach them to sustain and assist others.
They have made me feel like part of their group. Thanks to all of you!
Here's an example of what a branch might look like:
I turned and ran, gripping the 2 fruits that I held in my hand. 6 gongs! No! I couldn't believe it was today... my heart jumped. I saw the clouds break in waves as the circuitous lower body of the Fonjo sunk slowly to the grass. I was going to be late!
The glow of the engine orbs winked off as I sailed past Citizens that stood stock-still, gaping at the gigantic space-faring vessel. "You've seen them before, Mahri!" I hollered behind me. Her foolish face blushed pleasingly.
I dashed through the glass-lined halls and up the circular, crystalline stairs rising up from the dirt to the translucent structure called the Metradel. I was to be cleaned up and dressed to the nines by the time they arrived. I was already late with that. I needed to rush through the entire prep session.
"Young lady," Perdy warned as I threw open the lateral doors and began removing articles of clothing to lay in heaps on the rose-quartz flooring.
"It's fine! I know! Yes, they can see me from below and might see things they wish they had not... I know!" I didn't have time to feel embarrassed in the least, so I just smiled down through the nearly-transparent floor at a gaggle of faces gawking upwards at me. I just shrugged at my Handmaids and dashed over to the floor-to-ceiling clothing racks to pluck out an appropriate outfit.
"It's fine Perdy!" I called to her, the sound muffled by the fabric. "I didn't see the Jauntays at all, so it's still fine."
"It is just... inappropriate," the old woman snapped. "They are here to take you for your training, and if they had seen anything of that sort, you might have offended their sensibilities. They can still change their minds, after all."
I just shrugged. "That is their choice," I said. "They know my power and requested to train me. It would be their loss."
Thanks to the PAL Discord network for pointing me in this direction.
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Leaving a comment so i can find this again, can't wait to read all the entries!