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KenKenForeverz posted this thread...
Sept. 22, 2012 at 9:15 am

Everyone posts one sentence. And they can also add their ideas about what the plot should be and ideas about the next sentence. (:

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 14, 2012 at 5:21 pm

I watch my childhood home disappear, and thought to myself "will my life ever be the same?

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 14, 2012 at 5:29 pm

I wouldn't give my new mother the satisfaction of seeing me upset, so I looked at the coffee-stained floor of the taxi.

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 14, 2012 at 6:22 pm

I don't like my new mother she hits me for no apparent reason other then she likes the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 16, 2012 at 5:43 pm

"Marshall," says my new mother, Mrs. Weston.

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2012 at 8:51 pm

I don't answer her and she pulls over to the side of the road and turns around and then she hits me, i can feel the blood coming out the cut on my face from her ring.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 4:49 pm

I am silent. The taxi driver keeps driving, like nothing happened. If my father was still alive, he would've stopped this.
"Marshall, I asked you to look at me." she says. Her perfume is sickening. Slowly, I travel my eyes to her make-up covered face.
"Marshall, I know you don't like this. But I am your new parent. You will listen to me when I talk to you, understand?" 
I am still silent. She turns away. 
"You're useless," she says. 
After ten hours, I am shaken roughly awake by Mrs. Weston. 
"We're here. Get up and help me move my things."
 
(I know this isn't one sentence. I felt like the story is being restricted with only one thought at a time."
 

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 8:21 pm

I Don't want to move your things, i think to myself because I don't got the guts to say it to Mrs. Waston knowing she'll hit me if i do, I carry both mine and her bags inside a yellowish-white peeling painted house.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 19, 2012 at 11:55 am

I have no choice but to gather up her hot pink suitcases and trudge back to the house.

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 19, 2012 at 1:54 pm

Why did my mother leave me and my father?

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 22, 2012 at 6:42 pm

The house is covered in sickening pink. The bubble-gum medicine pink. I look at the floor instead, which is a reasurring deep brown color. 
"In here, Marshall." she says. I follow her up the pink-frosted stairs into a pink room. I don't like this room. Even the floor is pink. 
 

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LogicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 23, 2012 at 4:26 pm

There are many rules here marshall. Make your bed everyday, you do your own laurdry and dishes, no drugs and no girls shall be in this house and lastly i'll ony provide what you need if you want more you'll have to earn the money yourself.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 26, 2012 at 8:27 pm

I close my eyes. I can feel the blood dripping down my face. 
"Yes, Ma'am." I say.

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