Continue The Story Contest

[prythian]

I'm sure you've played this type of forum game before. You take something and then add onto it, continuing, well, the story. Your continuations must be one paragraph; no more, no less.

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Your starting paragraph:
The night seemed to be long and everlasting. The stars were too distant to touch and the moon not close enough to grasp. A eerie fog hung over a lake that was a little ways into the forest, the moonlight illuminating the fog. A whimsical howl could be heard from some ways off, echoing through the forest. A young form could be seen standing through the fog that made it to the shore of lake. She looked back; her face could be seen through the fog. She had a fearful look on her face, her body shook a bit as she stood there looking out over the lake.

[The Mysterious Mr. Jameson Q.]

Her name was Vanessa, a little fact that seemed all too unimportant then in the night. The wind brushed leaves together in a sound that responded to the lapping of the water. In her fingers, she clutched the torn remnants... of a leash. She looked either way, up the banks of the lake, and shook her head. No, no. That wouldn't change a thing. She'd be running in circles until... Until it was all over. She took a step forward, to the small dock set into the soft sand of the lake-beach, before taking a final glance at the forest. That same dreadful, yet terrifyingly cheerful howl tore up into the sky. He couldn't be far away. She turned, only to bump into the firm body of a man with an eyepatch, standing on the dock.

[Cap'n Ryu!]

He went by Everley, and he was just misunderstood. Much as the eyepatch might lead someone to believe, he wasn't a pirate or anything - just a guy with a particularly bad optometrist. In fact, he was a rather nice guy, all things considered, as evident in the caring look in his eyes - er... eye - when the young lady ran into him. "Oof! Careful now. Something the matter?" He asked, meeting her gaze and smiling once more.

[Rocket!]

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A sudden stop. A stranger-- opening his mouth to speak--! Pale hands, fluttering in and out of view at the fickle moonlight's presence, rose with a tenacity and power unforseeable by the fraility of the limbs hidden in the black swathes of robes, unhesitating even in this bone-weary winter eve only empowered by the sea wind's vicious rampage. These hands met the one-eyed man's mouth, and drew down in the cheeks of the innocent's face. The tombstone cold fingers stuffed inward and now-- covered by the unwitting man's cheeks-- ceased the clacking and clicking of enamel nearly begun, with much pain to be had by the ill-fated attempt to ellicit some communication on Everley's part. To be followed by a wholly unnecessary, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

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