I'm in desperate need of a partner for a one on one collaboration. Reasonably dedicated and lit. I'm open to ideas for what to write about, as long as it's not sci-fi or horror.
Thanks, looking forward to it!
Hey, I replied to you on that other forum but I figured I'd make it official here :) I'd love to try collaborating, but, fair warning, I've never done it before. Science fiction & horror are my two best subjects, but I'm looking to try and expand my skills elsewhere. Let me know if you're interested!
I'm also new. I specialize in poetry and realistic fiction, but I too am trying to branch out if anyone is interested. Melanie, maybe we could try practicing together at some point?
Hi Melanie, I'd love to work with you, it would be great fun. Well, if you like sci-fi and horror I don't mind doing one of those. I haven't done a collab many times before either, so we can see how we go.
If you want, you can pick what genre you want, whether it be reomance, realistic, sci-fi, horror or something else I don't mind!
if your up to it, we could create an action/ adevnture collab novel.
Sounds great, my other collab partner has disappeared so we can start it here if your want. did you have any plot ideas?
well, I was thinking something to do with survival. Like; stranded on an island or something like that. I am just worried the story might end up getting a bit boring. What do you think?
No, that sounds good. We will just need to keep thinking of ways to keep it interesting!
ok, I will give you the power to start :)
Melinda extended a hand to Nick and helped him up, gazing around at the unfamiliar island. Rows of palmtrees lined the beach, whilst further back a small stream trickled along.
A gust of wind ruffled through the branches and Melinda shivered, glancing down at her salty, wet clothes. "Where are we Nick?" she asked tentatively, unsure whether or not she wanted to hear his answer.
As Nick stared down at Melinda; he realised just how wrecked they both were. "I don't know," Nick stuttered. Melinda expected this; how was he supposed to know? The palm trees gracefully danced in the wind, almost welcomeing the new arrivals. "Nick, what do we do?" Melinda wispered.
Nick sighed, staring up at Melinda's pleading eyes. He knew she hoped, wanted him to have all the answers, like he always did, but he had no idea.
He plastered a fake, confident smile on his face, and replied, "We go get a drink, sunbake to dry these clothes off and then have a think about our situation!"
Melinda nodded in agreement, suddenly realising how dry her throat was, and, wrapping her arm around Nick, they headed over to the trickling stream.
Melinda looked down at her reflection; amazed at how horrible she looked. Staring down at her reflection, again she wispered, "Nick, look at what I have become," She trembled remembering how they found themselves here.
Nick glanced up at Melinda sadly, knowing what she must be thinking about. He glanced down at his own reflection, deliberatley avoiding her question. He sighed, and glanced down at his own reflection. Tired eyes stared back at him, along with matted hair, messy clothing and drt caked skin.
Melinda looked up at Nick with blood shot eyes and found his, staring right back at her. "Oh Nick, what are we going to do?"
"We are going to rest, that's all we can do,"
"But what if we are not alone on this island?"
"Don't worry, I will look after you,"
Melinda, nodded, "Ok," she said, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Come on Melinda," Nick said," We've got to get moving."
"Just a few more minutes," Melinda argued, eyes still closed.
Nick sighed then bent down and hoisted Melinda up into his arms, "Rock a by baby," he began to sign, as Melinda lay nestled in his arms.
Before Melinda knew it, it was time to get moveing. As they dragged themselves out onto the beach, Nick continues to sing rocaby baby. As they lie on the beach, again Melinda shutters at the thought of how they got here.
(crap, I have writers block)
Those few minuetes went to fast for Melinda, before she knew it she was up and walking again. Nick continued to sing rockaby baby as they crashed down onto the beach; finally having an excuse to relax. Again Melinda shutters at the thought of how they got here.
Nick lay down beside Melinda and closed his eyes. He wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders and planted a gentle, sweet kiss on her forehead. She smiled sleepily. The wind whistled in the distance, but there was something else, another sound that seemed clost and out of place.
Nick glanced across at Melinda, but when he realised she hadn't heard the sound, he thought it best that he didn't scare her unnecessarily.
So they began to drift into a light, restless sleep when the sound cam again, closer more menacing. This time Melinda did hear it, and her and Nick sat bolt upright, turning to their left when they heard the sound come from right beside them...
(lol that was random)
WIthout thinking about it; they just ran. Not feeling the need to look back and see what it was. Nicks mind was raceing. All Melinda could think was " run run run,"
Another vicious growl came from behind them, and they ran even faster. Nick, quickly looked behind him and nearly fell over at the sight of....
(lol your turn)