Chapter Five has been claimed by Amitbhat0912. Chapter Six is up for grabs. Who wants to take a stab at it? It’s first come, first serve.
As well, claims for future chapters are allowed; I will remind you in the thread where you’ve commented at to let you know when it’s your turn.
Here are the guidelines and rules if you are interested in participating in this project:
- Leave a comment expressing direct interest in writing or claiming a chapter. First come, first serve. You must comment your interest in writing a chapter. If you, however, send in a chapter without expressing interest beforehand, the submission will not be accepted, unfortunately.
- The participant who claims the chapter has seven days when it’s their turn to write the chapter and subsequently send it back to me. If accepted, I will provide edits if needed and the chapter will be up the day after it was submitted.
- If I don’t hear back from you regarding the chapter, however, and it is beyond the one week limit, I will be searching for someone else to write it.
- Please do not submit to the form without commenting your interest in writing a chapter.
- Authors can write multiple chapters—no constraints or limits on how many they do. However, there is a general courtesy to not claim one chapter after the next. This is to allow other authors a chance to participate and as well get their own claims in for future chapters. When it’s your turn, I will remind you in the thread where you’ve claimed the particular chapter.
- There is no deadline for this story. When I feel it’s near the end, I will release a notice on here to get the final few chapters in.
- The minimum word count I will accept is 500. The maximum word count I will accept is somewhere between 8,000 to 10,000 words.
- If no one seems to claim an upcoming chapter, then I will jump in to write again.
- I will not accept anything religious, outwardly political, hateful, pornographic, slurs, or anything that is demeaning, threatening or harmful in its content. Please nothing that is against a particular group, or anything that demeans a certain group of people that would be considered racist, homophobic, sexist, religious discrimination or prejudice. I will not accept your piece if that is such the case.
- An exploration of social issues is fine. It should not alienate or debase the audience, though, in your writing.
- I will as well include your name/pen name and a link to your website (if you have one) with your contribution to the novel collaboration. The novel is titled “Identify.”
You can submit your continuation here.
Chapter Four (The fateful night) by Smita Ray.
Clutching a sharp knife from her satchel, she sliced away and pushed aside the climbers and branches that obtruded in their way; Lauren forged her way through the forest, Tom following right behind her. They had drawn closer to the neck of the woods, occupied by trees laden with luscious and succulent fruits, that stretched for a few miles.
“Can we rest awhile?” Tom asked wearily trudging right behind Lauren, almost dead on his feet.
“No.” Lauren hissed ducking her head against a slanted bough. “Now, don’t dawdle muzzy-head, we’re already late. Brisk up your pace. It would be highly risky to hang around a place like this at the moment.”
She knew they were burnt to a frazzle, but there was no way out of it. Even though keeping up with the plan was not an easy task, they will have to carry on with it until they find another solution or until it is no longer safe.
“I’m already dead,” grunted Tom surly.
We’d better get there before sunset, Lauren thought. Blood-curdling stories of night-slayers gnawed away at her. With the sword of Damocles hanging on them, it would be utterly foolhardy and death-dealing to muck around at this moment; concern was getting the better of her.
The weather was taking a weird turn. With thick clouds rumbling and seething across, heaven lowered. Strong gusts of wind flurried through the forest. A sense of foreboding loomed large in her head as if it was just a thin edge or piece of the wedge. She heard a weird hiss at close quarters. Was it real?…Or just a phantom? Had she lost her grasp at reality?
She took out a tiny clapped-out box from her pocket and pressed a button on it. It lit up with soft diffused light.
Suddenly, rain broke out.
“Fuck! This flipping rain!” Lauren snapped.
“Seems we are totally out of luck today.” Tom was hopeless.
They hurried off to find shade. Lauren set the flashlight to brighter light and swept it across the woods. Squinting her eyes she peered into the dark, it was borne in on her that behind the two fireflies lay a wild boar. Her grip tightened on the knife held in her right hand. She drew a bead on the boar. But the boar quickly melted in the woods. She got her hand down. Tom and Lauren silently stared at each other.
The rain was still teeming down. They squelched cautiously along the mossy morasses on the forest bed.
Lauren cursed the day when fate reared its ugly head. They were never lucky by any stretch of imagination. For a start, they didn’t have a normal childhood like other kids, well, not that they could have on this island. Even now when they fleed from their clutch, they were still not out of the woods.
“AAAARGH!!” Tom let out a muffled yelp and bit his tongue in agony.
Lauren whirled back to him instantly and stood horror-stricken. She stifled a scream.
“What..the….” She fumbled for words. A sharp jagged edge of a gnarled bough pierced through Tom’s calf muscles. Writhing with pain his face distorted, eyes and jaws clenched.
For a while, her mind went blank. Quickly regaining the composer she hunkered down and slowly pulled Tom’s leg off the snag. A fountain of blood spurted from the tear.
The rain was still teeming down. They were soaked up to the hilt. The water beneath their feet simmered with reddish glow under the blaze of the flashlight. Things ran amok.
By a cruel twist of fate, a shrewd blow of destiny befell them.