Interactive Story

Right. An Interactive Story is a very simple concept. I will start a story, and then the next poster will continue, and so on and so forth. There is no limit on how much you can write - whether it just one word or a few paragraphs, as long as you remember to add to it. So here goes:

Stranded in the middle of nowhere, the desolate barrens had became her home. With no one to talk to, she was alone and scared. All that she had with her was...

...her paranoia. Was someone watching her? She looked around, and could see nothing. So she scratched her butt and belched loudly. There was not so much as an echo, but she swore she could hear the sound of...

...footsteps....yes, soft but malicious footsteps in the distance - footsteps of the wolf, the predator. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. She was all too familiar with that pitter-patter of those huge paws on the smooth and sandy desert floor.

Perhaps this time she could evade him...she figured that since she couldn't see the wolf, then the big bad guy had to be a fair distance away from her. But just as she began to walk away, she began to hear his soft panting breaths...and the drip-drip-drip of his frothy saliva onto the sand.

She quickly turned around, but she proved to be a bit lacking in the quickness department, because...

(Yes, yes I realize that I turned the word "barrens" into "desert," but technically a desert is barren land....so it all works out)

something had gripped her feet. She looked down and suddenly realised to her horror, that she was sinking. Panicking, she looked over her shoulder, but whatever was following was just out of her eyeline.

Frantically, she bent forward and tried to scramble out onto the soft, safe sand in front of her, but it was just out of reach...

this was it....this was the end.

Her palms started to sweat and her heart climbed its way up her nearly dehydrated throat. She closed her eyes and thought: "This is it, I'm done for...Asta la vista, baby." Tears filled her eyes and within mere seconds she was completely devoured by the sand.

But something strange was happening, for she just kept sinking, and eventually she fell through the hole and landed with a crash onto a hard rocky floor. When she opened her eyes (still moist from crying) she saw...

...and handed it back to her.

"It looks remarkably real," The genie said, wiping its hand on its beige corduroy smoking jacket. "I would never have guessed it was made of glass if it hadn't fallen out.

"Who are you?" She replied cautiously, looking the genie up and down, her mind spinning.

"I'm...

....Donald Weinstein, the Jewish Genie! And I will grant you 3 wishes - well, as long as you don't wish for pork. So go ahead! Make a wish!"

The genie began doing the strangest dance she had ever seen, he was...

BUMPY BUMP BUMP.....BUMPEROO....BUMPERONI

She couldnt help but laugh at the poor creature. She thought to herself...what would happen if I did wish for pork? Just as her thoughts came to a hault...so did the genies dance.
he said...

Hey, you didn't continue mine!

It said "He was...."

"He was my lost love. Pork, I mean. You cannot wish for him, or he will kill you. Plus... he;s not kosher!"

She was amazed by him reading her thoughts. She then knew that nothign she had was her own. He held all of her thoughts, memories and hopes. Her paranoia came back to her, and she was drowned in her own tears and lonliness...

*that was kinda ubber suckish!*

Urghh. It's all mixed up!

I don't see a way to reply. Can someone else start a new one. We'll try again..

This was the end of my last post:

"The genie began doing the strangest dance she had ever seen, he was..."

All you have to do is describe how he was dancing, and then continue from there.

Ok.

...he was flapping his arms about as if to fly whilst doing the cancan.
"Ermm.. what are you doing him?" she asked nervously.
"I'm thinking," he said in a singsong voice. Then he stopped abruptly and began to sing.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music.."

Not knowing what else to do, she...

closed her eyes.

"This cannot be real," a voice from her mind said in disbalief.

The geniues song washed over her, yet it gave no comfort nor fear. Had wandering the desert made her completely loose her mind?

The song stopped and when she opened her eyes..

the Genie was right in front of her. "Not real, eh?" The Genie said promptly. Well if it weren't real, then could I do this?"

The Genie slapped her three times in the face before she even realized what was happening. "Ouch," she said, "You...you....

"..over large purple worm."

Before she'd even finished talking the Genie had turned into a big, fat slimy purple worm, about five feet long.

"How..how..did..? But you were a.. how?" she stuttered, slowly edging backwards.

"Oh, calm now," said the Genie, and in the time in took her to blink, the Genie had returned to his original form.
"Now," he continued, "What can I possibly do for you?"

Still rather stunned, she managed to mutter only two words "...

"Save me..." was all she managed to say before she fainted into black oblivion.

When she woke up...

She lay within the corridors of her own mind.

The geniue stood above her smiling.

"why I here?"

Still grinning he gestured towards the closed doors and said, "...

come with me i will show you all about the world"

Slowly she got up and started walking towards the door.

" What is beyond the door?"

The genie just smiled and pointed to the door.

She started to open the door. she saw...

the most wonderful thing....It was an image from her childhood.

She was all of about the age of seven at the time. Her and her mother were in their old back-yard and she was sitting inside of the old tire swing that her daddy - he was always "Daddy" never just "dad" - had tied up in the old oak tree. Her mother was pushing her, higher and higher and all that her present self could hear were echoes of her delighful, childish laughter inside the recesses of her subconscious.

"Why are we here, exactly?" She said, inquisitively. "Well," the Genie responded quickly, "beauty is a part of the world, and this image is beautiful, is it not?" His narrow lips broadened into a smile.

"Yeah," she said "....it's that all right." By now, nostalgia had set into her emotional scheme and all that she wanted was to get out of there.

"Oh, you want out?" After saying this, the genie pondered for a moment. "OK then, let's go visit nature."

Instantly, she and the genie were swept away to a land of.....

I love it!

her dreams.

"Why are you taking me inside my mind? She asked
" You asked to be saved, and so I am," he replied
"How is this saving me?"
"My dear, it is here where evreything begun, so it is here we will begin."
"What begun?"
"When...

...you were born, something strange happened..."

"...something reeeeeeaaaaaalllllyyyyy strayyayayaaaaaange....."

She stood, utterly dazed and confused.
Her mouth growing tired as she stands not saying another word. Her hands placing on her hips as her foot slowly taps in an aggravited mannor, before she slowly replies to him.....

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you taaaaalllllkkking liiyiyiyiyiiiike thiis? Who do you think you are....Jim Carrey?"

The genie got pissed at her saucy in-your-face attitude and plugged her with his colt .45.

The end.