This will be a story, where you can only contribute 215 words at a time - much like the "two word turd" and "A story of three words..." threads.
No double posting, and make sure your 215 words make sense and flow, with the previous 215. If 2 people post at the same time, you have to edit your words, so the story will continue to make sense.
I will begin the story with my 215 words...
No double posting, and make sure your 215 words make sense and flow, with the previous 215. If 2 people post at the same time, you have to edit your words, so the story will continue to make sense.
I will begin the story with my 215 words...
There she was, all alone and exposed in the city that never sleeps. How she got there was irrelevant, as that was the least of her worries. "I can't breathe!" she said while trying to catch a breath. Managing, barely, she went out seeking for cloths. The air was chilled. Leaving the suspiciously comfortable dark alley she encountered what she recognized as 'Ford', a moving vessel on wheels. "Where am I? WHEN AM I?" she said to herself while a look of terror started taking form on that beautiful pale face of hers. The story of the mysterious brunette girl was quite interesting, but not ours to tell.
It was 1986 and I was already as old as six. Even though we didn't know it back then, that's when we first met. Oh the first day in school, a day to be remembered. Mom brought me with her friend to take pictures of this new exciting day. Aw what a horrible shirt I wore, I'll try to repress. I went and took a sit next to Clair and a few others from kindergarten, but she was still my bestest friend in the whole world! Rachel an odd looking gal when you think of it came in and presented herself as our new and very first teacher.