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Like I said, everyone contributes with their unique gift!! :). That's why it's a community story and not the Writer's Guilds' story!! Lol!! :) yay!!

This is so fun.....can't wait to see what lurks next!

GC: narab1 | HD: level 70 | DV: level 30
 
CS3 Hearing the snapping of twigs behind me I push on the doors and step immediately into blackness and silence. I pull the doors closed behind me and fumble in my jacket for my lighter. In my panic and terror, with heart pounding, I find the lighter, flick it three times before it lights and can't believe what suddenly appears before me in the gloom - GC: EyeC999 Level 96

CS4

An old rocking chair, covered in dust and cobwebs, faces away from me. Dark shadows fill the corners of the room. A faint glow appears in the distance - is it moonlight, filtering through a dirty pane of glass? There's a strange smell, musty and slightly sweet. I'm about to step forward, when suddenly a chill runs down my spine: the chair is rocking.

Chumleyboo, level 82
 
CS5

My olfactory sense betrays my stoic stance...Armani Code fills my nostrils with his scent... I tried to push him out of my thoughts, out of my heart... but it is he who couldn't stay away first. The soft glow of the lit fireplace reveals his face ... as he stands and turns to face me, tears streaming down his face. "It is you I want, always, only you" he says as he hands me a glass of red wine and softly kisses my lips...I finally get my kiss.

The End
 
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CS1

It was the same dream again: I'm running through soft sand, my legs feel so heavy, every step is agonisingly slow. Something is chasing me, running faster than me. I can't see it, but I sense it. Then suddenly I trip, the sand rushes up to meet me and I wake up. I get out of bed, my feet ache. I look down and see...

Chumleyboo, level 83
 
CS1 It was the same dream again: I'm running through soft sand, my legs feel so heavy, every step is agonisingly slow. Something is chasing me, running faster than me. I can't see it, but I sense it. Then suddenly I trip, the sand rushes up to meet me and I wake up. I get out of bed, my feet ache. I look down and see... Chumleyboo, level 83

Cs2
....my feet are covered in sand. Panicked, I wonder how this is even possible. It's January and the ground is covered in a heavy blanket of snow. My heart is hammering in my chest and I am sure the well muscled blonde Adonis still asleep in the bed can hear every beat. I rush to the next room, all the while trying to make sense of it all. How can there be sand on my feet? And then I realize the floor is dotted with small puddles of water. My mind is racing.

"Jess?"

I hear from the other room. It's.....

GC: narab1 | HD: level 70 | DV: level 30
 
CS3. him. And I realize, with horror, that I can't remember his name. I look at my reflection in the mirror, fluff my hair, shake it out. Whoever he is, I want to look good. Still wondering about the sand, I plant a sweet smile on my face and casually lean against the bathroom doorframe. "Yes?" GC: EyeC999 Level 96

Lmao

GC: narab1 | HD: level 70 | DV: level 30
 
CS4

Jyess, momma! I brought my ssand bucket into your room cuz my school projject is due TODAY! I sso sorry, momma! It spilled when you woke uppp...

Ohh, it's ok, baby! Momma just woke up with other things on her mind...
 
CS4 Jyess, momma! I brought my ssand bucket into your room cuz my school projject is due TODAY! I sso sorry, momma! It spilled when you woke uppp... Ohh, it's ok, baby! Momma just woke up with other things on her mind...

That feels like a natural end to me... Not sure what others think?

Chumleyboo, level 83
 
CS4 Jyess, momma! I brought my ssand bucket into your room cuz my school projject is due TODAY! I sso sorry, momma! It spilled when you woke uppp... Ohh, it's ok, baby! Momma just woke up with other things on her mind...

CS5

I turn to look at Adonis, he is still asleep. Oh well, who cares if I can't remember his name! "Come on sweetie, let's finish your project, bring your bucket." I walk to the landing and start down the stairs, then freeze. The floor downstairs is covered in a fine layer of sand.

The End.

Chumleyboo, level 83
 
CS1 It was the fourteenth of September, and like every year on this day, Charlie sat on the same bench, in the same park and fed the new generation of ducks that hungrily gathered round him. He sighed and looked around him. Summer was losing its warmth and fall was nudging its way into the leaves on the trees around him. He was reminded again GC: EyeC999 Level 96

CS2

...of the promise he had made to himself on the fourteenth of September last year: this year would be the last time. And yet, here he was again. What was it about this place that drew him back, year after year?

Chumleyboo, level 83
 

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