The Future of Collaborative Fiction
StoryMash, the future of collaborative fiction. A creative writing community for authors, amateur writers, readers and anyone interested in collaborative fiction and collaborative creative writing.
Authors and writers hone your creative writing skills. Collaborate on new fiction stories, or branch an existing fiction story in a different direction by writing the next chapter or even a chapter into its middle!
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The night passed uneventfully, even if Sigrid was ready to find the slowest method of killing a man by the time the sun came up. So much whining and pleading! This was no real man, but a child prattling on about unfairness, chocolate, and an unearned sense of entitlement. Visions of prying his fingernails off with bamboo chutes flooded her brain as she tried to maintain a cool outer shell.
The ghost was another matter entirely, as she would have to figure out how to get around him before she could even think about gutting the world-bender. He was playing vanguard in this man's farce of a life, and her tribe had a deep sense of respect toward the dead, and those still living that were chosen to be vessels. Clearly, this spirit was given a form of his own due to the supernatural abilities of the magus, however, they refused to talk about their arrangement, so all Sigrid could do was speculate. The more she thought on the subject, the more she suspected that her information was faulty, for vessels were seen as holy people, and this man hardly seemed capable, from a warrior's perspective, of the atrocities he was being accused of.
Regardless, she had her orders, and could not deviate from them. Stoically, she sat on a stone next to his protection circle, and never once took her eyes off of them all night.
"Jesus, Erek. Her eyes are freaking me out! Make her stop looking at me!" Ryan whined from the farthest edge of his protection circle. He had no idea why Sigrid wanted to kill him, and every time he asked her, she just stoically stared at him, expression unchanging.
"What has gotten into you, master? You're acting so incredibly bizarre," Erek ...