We haven’t done one of these in a long time. Our Haiku, Horror Story, and 2 Sentence Stories are doing so well, we thought we’d add one more, Continue the Story…
This is not a contest, but if we publish the story, which I hope it turns out that we do, then you will get full credit for a publication with us.
The way you play this little game is simple. You just continue the story. You have to write a paragraph, each time that you continue the story, but you can write as many as you want as long as others are jumping in. You can take the story in any direction you like. Make sure it’s scary. We’ll start with one paragraph, and you continue it. If in the end we like the story, we want to publish it on EWR: Short Stories. Each person who adds to the story will get their name on the credits, with a bio and links to sites or books or whatever. One link per person.
We will edit this when we go to publish the story.
Continue the story is a time honored tradition of writers. It’s related to the Exquisite Corpse, which we also do on our site. Anyway, I hope you will add to this. It’a fun little exercise.
Here we go. Continue this story:
He heard the girl screaming in the distance. He was at least an hour from his home. The long walk in the night air had done him well. He felt rejuvenated until he hear the screaming, in the distance. He took his one headphone out of ear, so he could possibly get a direction to go to find her.
He had stopped jogging, and now roamed a large stone fence, listening. As he came to a break in the fence he could hear she was only a short distance away. He looked up to see, illuminated by the street lights, “Allan Park Memorial Cemetery.” He passed under the sign, and headed for the screams.
Nayla Sanchez says
Therefore, he got to the little house. He was tired, sore, and hurt from when he fell. He couldn’t feel his legs. When he got to the little house he heard these scratching noises and was scared because when he was running he heard footsteps behind him. He was quiet like a mouse walking through the hallway of a house. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was like your nails scratching on a chalkboard. After 5 minutes he stopped hearing the scratching noises. He opened the door and boom! He saw a big creature, a weird looking creature. It had spikes on it’s back. It was covered with snot and it had weird separated eyes. But, as soon as he got a chance to close the door, the creature grabbed him by the neck and bit his head off…
nathan says
The Woman
He heard the girl screaming in the distance. He was at least an hour from his home. The long walk in the night air had done him well. He felt rejuvenated until he heard the screaming, in the distance. He took his one headphone out of his ear, so he could possibly get a direction to go to find her.
He had stopped jogging and now roamed a large stone fence, listening. As he came to a break in the fence he could hear she was only a short distance away. He looked up to see, illuminated by the street lights, “Allan Park Memorial Cemetery.” He passed under the sign, and headed for the screams and saw a woman in a dark pinkish mask pulling the girl into the bushes he called the cops and followed the screams into the bushes.
The screams led to an old church with mossy stones and battered grass. The girl screamed help from the top floor and the and the woman laughed maniacally. He heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs and the woman was still laughing. He hid in the bushes and waited for the woman to pass. He slowly walked out of the bushes and crawled up the stairs constantly looking behind him to see if the woman came back. He found the girl looking out the window tied to a chair with a metal-like helmet on with a timer that was almost up. He walked in front of the girl and two metal pieces clamped to her jaw. The timer was at 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! The to pieces shot up and down pulling the girl’s jaw around her skull and blood splattered everywhere. He covered his eyes from the blood and saw that the woman was behind the girl wearing a pig mask and smiling. The woman looked at him and walked slowly towards him still grinning with blood-covered hands and grabbed him cover his mouth and said softly hope you go to heaven then slit his throat while laughing.
awdawdad says
I got an AI to have a go, Here it is!
“He ran through the cemetery, over the graves, over the ornate rock work, through the fence at the other end, and on to his home. His family was on the porch, watching the fireworks. He sat down, on the steps, and stared at the lights in the sky. He was exhausted.
He had returned the next day to the cemetery. He discovered there was a small burial plot, with a proper stone. The stone read, “Katherine, daughter of Nicholas & Mary Henderson.” He looked around the cemetery to find the stone for his vampire. He found it in short order, and it read, “Mary, daughter of Nicholas & Mary Henderson.” He looked at the ground, and where the vampire had been buried was an empty hole. He looked around the cemetery, and found a hole almost identical to the one he had dug up.”
Artur Vicente says
The cemetery was dark and the fog in the air removed all possibility to see anything even if was one palm in front of him, just the screams guided him now. At each step the shout became higher and more hysterical, at each step his heart pulsed louder. He walked until he was sure the scream was close, so he continued to see what the fog hid. The female screams ceased. Two or three, maybe four men, it was hard to tell as they were completely lacerated, the smell of dried blood together to that grotesque sight made him stagger back and touch on something cold, but it was possible feel its heavy breathing. The thing inclined to his ear and the last thing he heard is a little cold scream.
Artur SSVicente says
The cemetery was dark and the fog in the air removed all possibility to see anything even if was one palm in front of him, just the screams guided him now. At each step the shout became higher and more hysterical, at each step his heart pulsed louder. He walked until he was sure the scream was close, so he continued to see what the fog hid. The female screams ceased. Two or three, maybe four men, it was hard to tell as they were completely lacerated, the smell of dried blood together to that grotesque sight made him stagger back and touch on something cold, but it was possible feel its heavy breathing. The thing inclined to his ear and the last thing he heard is a little cold scream.
Jaden says
“He was confronted with a very difficult situation of life and death,” i say. “I could wait for no help, or make an attempt to operate on myself.” It was a spring sunday morning in April 1962. A plane crashed and burst into flames in the middle of the woods in Southern California. The villagers in the mountains saw lights flashing through thick clouds. Then they heard a sound like an explosion. When they stumbled upon the wreckage of a small plane with Darla 04 written on the side .There were three men inside, trapped in the fuselage 3 badly injured but alive and one ,well didn’t make it. The plane’s tail had sheared off, and the cockpit was a mangled lump of glass and metal. The fuselage and wings were warped and bruised, covered by fallen branches, just a hundred yards below a ridgeline. The villagers ran to get help. When they returned with rescue workers, only 2 of the other passangers were still breathing. Joaquin flashed them a thumbs-up sign and yelled out “Im ok but i need help“. The other one Jacob sadly had died.Joaquin was bruised very badly ,he fractured his ankle,broke his arm in 2 places and had a concussion. The other one Jake was unconscious.Word of the crash quickly spread throughout the town then, to the air.While hundreds gathers to help, people were hearing about the plane crash thru their TV sets and Store Windows.Breaking News, A wildfire is spreading throughout the grassy plains rapidly cause of the fire is said to be a small plane Crash, but in other news as the sound of the tv slowly fades out. About a week later after leaving the hospital ….