The Search For the Golden Plum: PART II
by
Kyla J.
As you walk through
a wood you come to a clearing. In this clearing are many people.
You recognize some faces from the last time you went to a meeting on storylines.
Soon you stake a seat like the rest on the soft grass.
Soon you see the shrouded
girl you had seen before. She seems to run the meetings. She
stands on a tree stump to make herself look larger. Soon she hops
off the stump and makes her way through the crowd.
"Hello, hello, hello," she
greets individuals with a firm handshake and then makes her way back to
the stump. "I'm glad you all made it back, and I think I see some
new faces. I am your GameMaster, Kyla. For the new ones, and
to refresh everyone else's memory, a storyline is an adventure. It
can go anywhere, because it is you who makes the decisions. I help
a bit, by offering advice and getting you started, but its you who will
continue the story. When continuing a story, please do not finish
it, unless I have said to. You should leave your story where someone
else can easily find it, and weave more threads into it. This story
becomes more than a story because it has no one single author."
A person you have never
seen before, apparently new, stands. "How do I continue the story?"
the person asks.
The GameMaster's eyes shine
as she explains. "First you will carefully read everything already
written. Become that adventure. If this was really happening,
what would happen next? Then, pick up your tools. These tools
are precious and anyone who holds them can make magic. Take your
pencil, pen, or keyboard and write! You may add anything to this
story, as long as it befits what has already been done. Add a dash
of mystery, a sparkle of excitement, a spoonful of romance, or a bit of
fantasy. Add whatever you would like and make this story the best
ever!
What Happened Last Time...
"Basly solemnly left
Gafelin's house.....How will I ever find become a Gem Holder if I have
to put off training to find some stupid plum?...
Basly is a very impatient
boy. Gafelin soon found that out. He wanted to rush the training. So, to
teach the lad patience and to improve his wit and skill, Gafelin sent him
out to find the Golden Plum......
Many have set out to find
the golden plum, and all but one have returned home
empty handed--that one didn't return home at all.
But Basly loaded his pack
full of food and clothing and important supplies, and started off, glum
and mad..... [end of previous story]
PART II
Night was now upon Basly
as he climbed up the pebbled scattered path slowly. With a soft grunt,
he set himself upon a nearby tree, carelessly tossing aside his pack. Gazing
up, he could no longer see the night sky, his view blocked by the thick
canopy of leaves and branches.
Muttering to himself, Basly
complained about what he swore was his joints creaking from the long journey.
Glancing around Basly realized he had thrown his pack further than he could
reach, with a grunt and a thud, Basly stumbled to his feet and went to
retrieve his pack. As he bent down, a glint of metal and a rustling in
the bushes caught Basly's attention and pushed all thoughts of his pack
out of his mind.
In the bushes knelt a small
figure, attempting to remain unseen. She had been quietly following Basly
from within the shadows since he had left his home that dawn. She knew
she had been caught the moment Basly turned his head towards the bush.
Thoughts wildly rushed through her mind, concocting reasons for her presence.
Basly crept cautiously towards
the bush, his hand resting readily on the hilt of his short sword. With
a shrill cry, he pulled apart the bushes....
Now it's your turn! What happens next?! Add to this story then
send it to me (Kitten638@aol.com).
