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Breaking the Line
Breaking the Line7 Years AgoHey do you guys want to help write this? Because you and possibly your descendants characters will be coming into it...
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoYES THAT WOULD BE AWESOME
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoSweet. Um... help me write the next chapter...
Start of it: The train into Seattle is nearly empty, at least to the couple of others riding it. To me, it is full of the characters accompanying me. For some reason, they won't disappear. We ride in awkward silence for hours, after the harrowing plane flight from New York to Oregon. Not sure why we didn't just fly straight to Seattle, I think. "Because the SeaTac airport is still closed after I almost destroyed it," the masked man says almost sheepishly. Ah, yes. The first time I unleashed creativity. "Wait, seriously?" The eagle-winged boy seems impressed. "Wish I could've seen that." "Aren't you always following me around anyway?" The man teases. "I wasn't that time, you're the only one who got through," the boy replies sulkily. "Shh," I hiss, making sure the other train riders don't hear me. Minutes later, we pull into the station. I hurry off first, and my characters follow me. We nearly race down the street to the address my first friend gave me. I ring the doorbell. Then POV SWITCH to your POV I guess. |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoOK
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago=) I'm working on Dl's DCT chapter too right now
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoI hop out of my chair, where I was typing on my chromebook, and open the door of my apartment.
Standing there, is one of my best- and strangest- friends, uh what's her name |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoLet's just not use names =) it makes it more mysterious.
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Agook
Standing there is one of my best- and strangest- friends. "Hello!" I say. "I haven't seen you in forever! Come in!" |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago"Hi," she replies. "Um, can I come in?"
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Agoreread what i wrote
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Agochange that last talking part to "Um, can I talk to you about something?"
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago"Sure, anything." We go inside, and sit down in my tiny living room. "What do you want to talk about?" Her eyes dart around the room, as if seeing things that I can't.
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago"Them." She points. I turn to see... people? Not just any people, but the characters she controls in one of our most in-depth stories.
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoI jump up, grabbing for the pistol I keep in the side table by one of the tiny couches. I face them, one of them the most villainous man I know (I mean, I helped shape him), and some of the other most dangerous people I know, besides the characters that I control.
"Dude," I say, voice shaky. "Please tell me that you have illusion powers." |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoA girl with silver wings, who looks like my friend but cooler, answers. "That's more his thing," she says, nudging the spiky-haired man.
"Can't deny that. But this isn't an illusion," he says. "I'd put that down if I were you," the gray-haired man warns. |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago(spiky hair is dl, right?)
"I'm not stupid," I snarl. "I know who you are, and just how dangerous you are. Only an idiot wouldn't protect themselves around you guys." |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoYep that's dl
"We're not here to cause trouble," a glowing boy with eagle wings says as he steps forwards, hands up as if in surrender. "We're actually... hoping you can help us." |
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years AgoI lower the pistol a little. "How would I be able to help you?"
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago"They've been plaguing me since they were written," my friend replies. "I was hoping you and our other friend... that together, the three of us could reverse whatever this is."
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Re: Breaking the Line7 Years Ago"How?" I reply. "Like, write them out of existence? I don't think that they- or my characters, for that matter- would like that very much..." I stare at the gray haired man, never letting my gaze wander. I marvel at seeing our words become flesh, looking exactly as I expected, but totally different at the same time.
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