Finish+the...

This was a story that was started by one person and each person after that had to write a sentence to follow the previous one. The last person with the paper had to finish the story.

The fall had started, she’ll move in 3 days. To Washington DC, that is. The last sentence was a fragment. And so is this one, but that’s okay. Anyways, in a three short days she will be in a completely different country. Her friends will mere silhouettes of the past, people that she’ll never see again. She hugs them again as the moving truck rumbles in the driveway. Once she saw the truck it was over her bowels gave out. She spun to see her close friend’s, now dead and decaying, pounce from where they were standing and attack her. They ripped away slivers of her flesh and gouge at here eyes. She forced them off her and ran to the truck hoping to be safe inside.

When she reached the door she pulled with all her might, but the door wouldn’t open. It pulled apart like fudge being dripping from a spoon on the Ocean City Boardwalk. She ran to the other side of the truck and pulled on the handle, but the same thing happened. With her dead friends only a few steps behind her she ran to the back of the truck praying that the door will be open to save her from the horror of her friends. She grabbed the handle and prepared to pull with all her might. She yanked on the handle and fell to the ground. The swung door open to reveal pitch black darkness. What luck I must have she thought to herself as she jumped in to the truck and pulled the door shut.

The truck was pitch black it was as if she were in a cave. Then in the corner of her eye she saw a light on it was very small. The light was barley noticeable because the darkness swallowed it. She started walking to it hoping it would lead to safety. About two hours later the light was almost as big as she was. She noticed that the light was at an angle like it may be coming from the floor. When she was close enough to be blinded by the light she fell through the hole of light. She closed her eyes in fear and screamed fearing this would be the end. She opened her eyes and saw the ground fastly approaching, ready to squish her like a bug on the windshield of a Mac Truck.

“Ashlynn get out of bed. You’re going to be late for school.” Ashlynn’s mother yelled up from the bottom of the stairs.

This will be a great story to write when i get to creative writing she thought to herself as she ran to the bus.