Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Experimental Compilation

Dear World:

This is an experimental idea put together by a friend and I inspired by a post on the internet. The gist of the idea is to put a story together person by person, beginning with me and ending with whomever chooses to send this back to me. Here's what you need to do:

1. When you receive this, click reply, then copy and paste this email into the reply email.

2. Read what has already been written and add your own section, making sure to separate your section from previous sections (usually done with an extra line). There are no guidelines for what is written. The point is to see how creative you can get.

3. After you have finished your section, send it to whomever you think would come up with the most creative addition.

Whenever you think the story has been completed, send it back to me: cim2@students.calvin.edu. Otherwise, keep sending it on!

If you would like to see the final result, email me.

Thanks for your participation!

Sincerely,
Charis and Josh

And now, the story:

His heart pounding, Wallace raced down the hallway. I still have time, he thought, glancing outside the dark windows. The sun had barely set, and the hazy glow of dusk was just beginning to fade into darkness. I still have time, he repeated to himself, slipping as he turned a corner too quickly. He shook his dark hair out of his face, a flare of frustration weakening his resolve. He had to continue; there was still time.

He picked himself off the ground and sprinted to the end of the hall, crashing through the double doors and onto the balcony. Young Wallace was not normally one to do stunts, but with no time to waste, he had no choice. Leaping off of the railing and dropping two stories onto the copper roof of the building below, Wallace's knees gave out and he slid over the glassy tiles until his leg caught on the gutter. His eyes flickered to a dull glowing red, obscuring their natural blue, when his leg shot pain through his body as he stood up. I still have time he thought, driving him to continue on.

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