Chapter 1

Does anyone else remember those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books? Well, that’s what I’ve decided to mimic here. This is the beginning of a serialized story, and you will help me with the plot. Just leave your comments about anything (what you want to happen next, who the characters will be, etc.) and I will pick one to work into the story. Thanks to my friend Joe for giving me the idea.


They were in a small, damp place, as far as they could tell. It was so dark, they couldn’t be sure. But their hands were within the reach of the walls on every side. They wanted to speak, to reassure one another that they would get out in time, but they already felt their lungs constricting in the effort to breathe. The darkness was so complete, she didn’t notice he had fainted. But then she felt him slump next to her and she knew there was no time left.

But there was. Minutes, hours, days, she couldn’t be sure. Time became something only for people with enough air to breathe. It was only for those with purpose. To her, time had no measure. Sometimes she felt sick, like the motion was upsetting her stomach. She wanted to sit, to lie down, to sleep, but there was only room to lean. And she was supporting him, trying to make him comfortable, aching for him. Or was the ache just there from the effort to breathe? But she knew it ran deeper than a physical need. Her thoughts drifted to him, as they had done so often in the past. But now it was different. It was urgent. Not just a longing, it was desperation. She was crying, for him, for all she’d lost. Her tongue felt for the tears on her cheek. She just needed to taste, to wet her dry, cracked lips. And then she felt it. The dull thud, and then falling. The movement had stopped.


Chapter 2


~ by Amy on May 23, 2008.

7 Responses to “Chapter 1”

  1. Woohoo! I get a shout out! What now?

    Anyway, that means I need to leave an insightful comment and direction for this story.

    I assume this couple is on a boat somewhere. Maybe they were stowaways trying to escape from something (persecution, forbidden love, illegal immigration?). They just happened to stow away on a boat that was doomed. Maybe we could see stories from a lot of other people on the boat, like Crash-like story (one story told through a ton of different characters).

    Her boyfriend/husband has gotten sick from the conditions and wasn’t strong enough to make it through the lack of oxygen… Those are just some of my ideas at this point. I’ll post some more later if I have any.

  2. You should probably just put them out of their misery. Kill them both.

  3. Are they in a cave? Maybe they were spelunking and fell into a hole or mineshaft. Maybe the feeling of movement is just her imagination (the feelings you feel after you’ve been riding carnival rides all day)??

  4. I thought that maybe they had gotten stuck in an elevator. No one knew they were there and both of them suffered from clausterphobia. The elevator was in an abandoned building that they had gone to check out because of a lead given to them. But they were too foolish to have told anyone that they were going there so no one knew. He wasn’t dead but was suffering from a problem that required medical attention when he became stressed and could be life threatening. Maybe his heart, or a bad case of asthma. When he couldn’t breathe and was ravaged by shortness of breath, she would get empathy pains and be unable to breathe as well. The movement was the elevator shifting in the shaft and then it stopped….

  5. […] be, etc.) and I will pick one to work into the story. If you haven’t yet, make sure to read Chapter 1 before […]

  6. […] will be, etc.) and I will pick one to work into the story. If you haven’t yet, make sure to read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 before […]

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