So i had this idea a while ago and ive been meaning to start the thread...
How i imagein it would work would be that first we decide on a topic and come up with a rough storyline for it. And then we take turns writting bits. after each bit is written we can post it on here for critiques and such.
I hope this all makes sense! please post here if you are intrested and we can start tossing out ideas!
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
yes let's! glad you started this topic Sami I know we talked about it a while back!
Just wondering if we need to do something that is just quick and fun, so everyone can join in and not worry too much if it is 'good enough'? a bit like the 'and then...' game? I also think it would be fun if we did something entirely fictional about something we don't know about, that has not been alluded to in BH already, just create a scenario for Hal?
yes let's! glad you started this topic Sami I know we talked about it a while back!
Just wondering if we need to do something that is just quick and fun, so everyone can join in and not worry too much if it is 'good enough'? a bit like the 'and then...' game? I also think it would be fun if we did something entirely fictional about something we don't know about, that has not been alluded to in BH already, just create a scenario for Hal?
Wonderful ideas! So someone can be like "Hal is shopping for shoes, go!" and then each person can add afew sentences.
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
I'll start off :) I have no writing skills whatsoever so bare with me!
Hal shuffeled through the big supermarket in the middle of Barry alone, clamping a basket tightly to his chest. "Why on earth did I let Tom convince me to be the one to go shopping?" he thought to himself as he nervously fiddled with his domino. He walked along shelves full of bottles of different types of shampoo who weren't arranged very neatly to say the least and it annoyed Hal greatly. He could only just resist the urge to rearrange every single one of them in a way that pleased him.
Wow, this took me about 15 minutes I couldn't really think of anything to happen..
-- Edited by areyousomehowdrunk on Friday 15th of June 2012 07:38:25 AM
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"And Tom is feeding me lots of banana, which Damien hates and Hal also hates"
yes let's! glad you started this topic Sami I know we talked about it a while back!
Just wondering if we need to do something that is just quick and fun, so everyone can join in and not worry too much if it is 'good enough'? a bit like the 'and then...' game? I also think it would be fun if we did something entirely fictional about something we don't know about, that has not been alluded to in BH already, just create a scenario for Hal?
Wonderful ideas! So someone can be like "Hal is shopping for shoes, go!" and then each person can add afew sentences.
Sounds good. Quick and fun suits me, especially as I usually prefer reading fan faction to writing it, so I'll let you 2 start it..
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~Hal Yorke is in my dreams. Can't wait to go to bed!~
(Can I join? ^^ I'll do anyway, so here goes nothing...)
Hal hastily averted his gaze from the shampoo, searching the other side of the aisle for the toothpaste Tom had requested. Something annoyingly modern that would whiten your teeth. Hal felt a little overwhelmed by the sea of brightly coloured product, most of it thank God not in disarray, but could make nothing of all the different brand names.
As his eyes skipped a little too anxiously over the plethora of gaudy packaging, Hal suddenly froze. A sensation long forgotten creeping up his spine, crawling up his neck and over his scalp - which tightened until it hurt - Hal closed his eyes as he remembered an energy signature he had done his best to forget... for over 100 years.
Mind darting, knowing he had a fraction of a second to react, Hal turned to face..............
is anyone going to continue the story? hope I didn't take it too far off course, thought it could be fun for Hal to leave the known BH track for a bit...
"....Margarita! The succubus Hal had been running away from for a very long time smiled at him. "Hello, Harry my dear", she said. He took a startled step back and knocked hundreds of toothpaste tubes off the shelves. Stammering an apology he ignored the itching craving to pick them back up and ran away down the aisle."
I write loads of Fanfics and random little storys :\ ... and aparently to my teachers and most people on twitter i'm very good at it. I dont think so ... Xx
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Anyway, must dash. Friend about to kill lots of people.
((If this isn't okay you can delete Xx)) Margarita went to place a hand on Hal's shoulder with a cold smile. But he backed away more with a gulp. "What do you want?" He said. Margarita laughed and smiled faintly "Since when where you so frosty Harry?" Hal regained his upright posture and looked around "Please..just call me Hal"Margarita looked him up and down "Hal. Right... Long time no see" Hal looked at her "Yeah.." She smiled at him "How about we go find lunch" Hal shook his head and mumbled "I cant..." She rolled her eyes "Lord. Dont tell me you're all puppy now" Hal growled slightly and took a breath "No Margarita i'm just not like that any more."
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Anyway, must dash. Friend about to kill lots of people.
Suddenly, Margarita vanished. Hal's breathing was heavy and he looked around at the mess of bottles on the ground. He was very confused. Margarita was just there, keeping him from moving, and then she was gone. She hadn't run away, she had just simply vanished. Hal picked up the bottles and placed them back on the shelf. After making sure they were strait, he hurried down the aisle, frequently scanning his surroundings for the succubus from his past. The thought of the way she had called him Harry sent chills down his spine. He came to the end of the aisle and made his way to the next. He had only taken a few steps down this aisle, before his eyes met something on the shelf to his right.
(sorry for getting rid of Margarita, you can bring her back if you'd like, I didnt do it because i didnt like her, i just couldnt think of any other way to do it)
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
It looked out of place resting there upon the smooth metallic shelf but it was as familiar to Hal as the domino clutched between his fingers. The smell of it, it curled around his senses and he could feel his latent nature fight its way to the surface. A small crystal goblet, the liquid inside of it thick tempting and deliciously dark red. It made his mouth water and his hand trembled as he reached for it. He knew somehow that it would be fresh and warm as his fingers made tentative contact. And he was right.
He could not tell if the sound of a child crying was in the next isle or in the inner wail of all that was innocent and right began to die in the shadow of his inner monster, as his trembling hand brought the glass closer to his lips. But the crying got louder, even over the pounding of his heart, the heaviness of his breathing and the buzzing in every atom of his being. He couldn't do this to them, not after their sacrifices, all that they had helped him with for that long six months to get him to this point, standing in a supermarket, alone, holding a shopping basket, buying toothpaste, being human. Blinking hard, as if trying to wipe away the images of Tom and Alex out of his mind with his eyelids, Hal licked his lips and froze, with the glass in his hand.
The glass burned in his hand. He stared at it almost trying to taste it with his memories, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. He felt the sweat begin on the back of his neck and in the palms of his hands. He tightened his hold on the glass, scared that it would slip right out of his hands. He raised the glass a few inches with trembling hands. He knew this was wrong. He knew how out of place this glass was. He raised it a bit more. Then he felt a breath on the back of his neck. "Harry!" a voice sang into his ear. He whipped around to see who it was, dropping the glass on the ground in the process.
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
She didn't blink as the glass shattered between them, blood pooling around their feet, somehow uniting them in the same dark moment.
"C.c.c.c..catherine?!" Hal stammered, instinctively recoiling, his eyes darting behind her across the almost empty supermarket, then closing them in disbelief at his own stupidity..as if anyone would help him...
"They can't see me" she slowly intoned, emphasising each word equally while holding her steady gaze until he was forced to look her in the eyes.
His voice came out in a whisper, "you're.............h..h..how did you........."
"Get here? find you?? ......... there is nothing quite like spending 100 years with a variety of traumatized vengeful spirits to come up with a few ideas, make a few contacts and..oh yes...nothing quite like having your heart ripped out to make you a bit...colder.. and wiser.."
This is getting good!!! I put it all together here, and i added abit to the end.
Hal shuffeled through the big supermarket in the middle of Barry alone, clamping a basket tightly to his chest. "Why on earth did I let Tom convince me to be the one to go shopping?" he thought to himself as he nervously fiddled with his domino. He walked along shelves full of bottles of different types of shampoo who weren't arranged very neatly to say the least and it annoyed Hal greatly. He could only just resist the urge to rearrange every single one of them in a way that pleased him.
Hal hastily averted his gaze from the shampoo, searching the other side of the aisle for the toothpaste Tom had requested. Something annoyingly modern that would whiten your teeth. Hal felt a little overwhelmed by the sea of brightly coloured product, most of it thank God not in disarray, but could make nothing of all the different brand names.
As his eyes skipped a little too anxiously over the plethora of gaudy packaging, Hal suddenly froze. A sensation long forgotten creeping up his spine, crawling up his neck and over his scalp - which tightened until it hurt - Hal closed his eyes as he remembered an energy signature he had done his best to forget... for over 100 years
"....Margarita! The succubus Hal had been running away from for a very long time smiled at him. "Hello, Harry my dear", she said. He took a startled step back and knocked hundreds of toothpaste tubes off the shelves. Stammering an apology he ignored the itching craving to pick them back up and ran away down the aisle."
Margarita went to place a hand on Hal's shoulder with a cold smile. But he backed away more with a gulp. "What do you want?" He said. Margarita laughed and smiled faintly "Since when where you so frosty Harry?" Hal regained his upright posture and looked around "Please..just call me Hal"Margarita looked him up and down "Hal. Right... Long time no see" Hal looked at her "Yeah.." She smiled at him "How about we go find lunch" Hal shook his head and mumbled "I cant..." She rolled her eyes "Lord. Dont tell me you're all puppy now" Hal growled slightly and took a breath "No Margarita i'm just not like that any more."
Suddenly, Margarita vanished. Hal's breathing was heavy and he looked around at the mess of bottles on the ground. He was very confused. Margarita was just there, keeping him from moving, and then she was gone. She hadn't run away, she had just simply vanished. Hal picked up the bottles and placed them back on the shelf. After making sure they were strait, he hurried down the aisle, frequently scanning his surroundings for the succubus from his past. The thought of the way she had called him Harry sent chills down his spine. He came to the end of the aisle and made his way to the next. He had only taken a few steps down this aisle, before his eyes met something on the shelf to his right.
It looked out of place resting there upon the smooth metallic shelf but it was as familiar to Hal as the domino clutched between his fingers. The smell of it, it curled around his senses and he could feel his latent nature fight its way to the surface. A small crystal goblet, the liquid inside of it thick tempting and deliciously dark red. It made his mouth water and his hand trembled as he reached for it. He knew somehow that it would be fresh and warm as his fingers made tentative contact. And he was right.
He could not tell if the sound of a child crying was in the next isle or in the inner wail of all that was innocent and right began to die in the shadow of his inner monster, as his trembling hand brought the glass closer to his lips. But the crying got louder, even over the pounding of his heart, the heaviness of his breathing and the buzzing in every atom of his being. He couldn't do this to them, not after their sacrifices, all that they had helped him with for that long six months to get him to this point, standing in a supermarket, alone, holding a shopping basket, buying toothpaste, being human. Blinking hard, as if trying to wipe away the images of Tom and Alex out of his mind with his eyelids, Hal licked his lips and froze, with the glass in his hand.
The glass burned in his hand. He stared at it almost trying to taste it with his memories, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. He felt the sweat begin on the back of his neck and in the palms of his hands. He tightened his hold on the glass, scared that it would slip right out of his hands. He raised the glass a few inches with trembling hands. He knew this was wrong. He knew how out of place this glass was. He raised it a bit more. Then he felt a breath on the back of his neck. "Harry!" a voice sang into his ear. He whipped around to see who it was, dropping the glass on the ground in the process.
He recognised her as soon as he saw her.
She didn't blink as the glass shattered between them, blood pooling around their feet, somehow uniting them in the same dark moment.
"C.c.c.c..catherine?!" Hal stammered, instinctively recoiling, his eyes darting behind her across the almost empty supermarket, then closing them in disbelief at his own stupidity..as if anyone would help him...
"They can't see me" she slowly intoned, emphasising each word equally while holding her steady gaze until he was forced to look her in the eyes.
His voice came out in a whisper, "you're.............h..h..how did you........."
"Get here? find you?? ......... there is nothing quite like spending 100 years with a variety of traumatized vengeful spirits to come up with a few ideas, make a few contacts and..oh yes...nothing quite like having your heart ripped out to make you a bit...colder.. and wiser.."
Catherine steped closer to Hal forcing in to the shelves behind him. "Oh, come on Harry, you know that I love you!" she whispered in his ear.
"Catherine, please stop," he begged as she came even closer to him.
"Oh, Harry, you've already killed me, what more harm can you do?" She moved so that she was only and inch away from his face.
Hal squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will her to vanish like Margarita did. When he opened them, however, she was still there.
He heard foot steps coming down the asile, but he couldnt move. The steps quickend in to a run, and in only second, the person was right at his side.
"You get off him!" the person said pulling Catherine off of Hal.
"How dare you!" Catherine scolded before vanishing in to thin air.
"Thank you," Hal said, relive to the person who had now revealed themselves as......
-- Edited by Sami on Thursday 21st of June 2012 03:57:48 PM
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
I keep unintentionally getting rid of characters.... I don't go in to it like "I don't like this person!" , but when I go to type it, they just vanish, and I'm like "where'd that person go?"
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It's a really nice look you've got going on there :wink:
A young boy, no older than 10, stood before Hal in the supermarket.
"You're Hal? They said you could help me, you're my only hope!"
Not just a boy.. a vampire...and a vampire with an aroma of death and desperation that filled Hals' senses with a heady mix of intoxication and disgust.
"Keep away from me ...little.... boy" Hal lowered his voice and started toward the door as onlookers began to gather, startled by the blood on the floor and what appeared to be a grown man pushing away a little boy.
But Bernie couldn't keep away, he had no choice but to follow .....
The gathered group of customers gazed at the two with curiosity as they walked out of the building. Bernie followed Hal about ten feet behind. "Please sir Hal, you have to help me!" he said with a clear desperation in his voice.
Hal looked over his shoulder, not taking the time to stop. He couldn't, given the customers that were bound to follow them if they didn't get out of there quickly.
"And who exactly was that person who said that I could help you, and what do I have to help you with?"
"I'll explain everything later, but you have to come with me, please!"
-- Edited by areyousomehowdrunk on Wednesday 27th of June 2012 05:46:11 PM
-- Edited by areyousomehowdrunk on Wednesday 27th of June 2012 05:46:45 PM
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"And Tom is feeding me lots of banana, which Damien hates and Hal also hates"
I couldn't really think of anything to happen..
I thought it would be fun to bring him into the story....who wants to continue?
