The aim of this is to bring the AN community even closer, by making a story together, one sentence at a time!
The story so far (as of reply #97)
I sit on my bed, playing my guitar. Very badly, let's be honest. But as my fingers plucked the strings, I thought about how funny life truly is... Then I hear a knock on the door. I was rushing through towards it but on my way I hear my mobile phone ring. Looking quickly at the screen, I realise it's the creepy guy who sits behind me in Maths class. In an unaccustomed fit of anger I not only hung up on him, but threw the phone straight out the window. I regretted it immediately as I realised I was supposed to call my boyfriend an hour ago. I open the door and start crying. ... because I realise that I have been changing tense horrifically throughout this story and my English teacher would be mad at me. And what made it worse is that this story had to be handed in to the teacher tomorrow. But tomorrow's Saturday, so I decided to not even bother with the due date. Unfortunately, as I'm to find out tomorrow (or rather, the day after when the teacher contacts me to see why I haven't handed it in on time), this is not a good plan. I suddenly realise that each day late that I hand in the story, I lose one full mark, where an A becomes a B. But then you realise that you live in an alternate reality where you can turn back time.
I turn back time to just before I throw the phone out the window, and answer the phone. Trying to answer my phone, I realise that it is 2 AM and I shouldn't have phone calls at this time. I drag myself back to my bed, turn off my phone, and attempt to fall back to sleep. Envisioning myself falling in love with my long distance relationship, I teleported to America, and yet again that vision to fades away into the darkness. When I wake up, I find myself in downtown New York with absolutely no recollection of how I got there. After what feels like a decade of confusion, I turn around and decide to climb the Statue of Liberty. As I finished the climb, I stand on the torch balcony, staring into the distance, feeling the light breeze on my face. Then I felt someone wrap their arms around me, like I was being hugged. This might have been pleasant, had there been anyone in my immediate vicinity... but looking round, I could see no one. My internal thoughts cannot comprehend how strange it is that I felt the mysterious hug on the torch of the Statue. My thoughts then avert to the fact that there is a rather large bird, high up in the sky, I ponder about it being a sign. My mother always told me that crows were a bad omen... Shaking off the tension that had filled my body, I laughed nervously at myself and headed back down to the streets. Where I was immediately confronted by a rather irate policeman, who proceeded to search me all over; much to my dismay, inside my left pocket, he found... Something that I could not quite explain; I opened my mouth to try but nothing came out.
The gruff policeman, with a very bushy moustache still containing pieces of food in it, asked me, "Well, boy? What's this?" I frantically turn around, looking for a solution but then I fainted. I regain consciousness only to find myself in an eerily dark and lonely alleyway. As a breeze sweeps through, it carries with it the sound of children's laughter and the smell of damp earth. A clown peeps around the corner... and comes running down the alley toward me. I start running even faster towards the clown. It momentarily stops in its tracks giving me the chance to slide its legs and make my break. In my frantic twist for freedom, however, I myself slip and crash to the ground, hearing a sudden crack as pain shoots viciously through my leg. The clown reaches behind his back with a grin. I howl, like a werewolf at a full moon, in pain and close my eyes. It's a bandage, and the clown suddenly seems empathetic, saying "I'm one of the good ones - there are others out there trying to find you, so stick with me." Then you realise, that the clowns are playing "good cop,bad cop" with you. But you follow along anyway, not seeing any better option. I see a light, shining brightly in the sky, with a symbol that is too out of focus for me to see.
As I walk alongside the clown, closer to the sign, I begin to recognise it as the back entrance of a night club and madly dash through the door only to lose myself in the drunk and raging crowd. A drunk and raging crowd of clowns. Suddenly - there was a black out. And then a spotlight turned on, directly pointing at me and momentarily causing me to go blind. Luckily, I was able to whip my spare pair of eyes out of my pocket - I never go unarmed - returning myself to normal. I question why I have extra eyes, but then I forgot that I ordered them online while half-reading the latest Homestuck comic. Adjusting them slightly I am back in the state library where i had been earlier this morning but which seems like a life time ago. My phone rings again... My heart speeds up as i look at the caller Id, only to release a breath of relief when i see it is just my mum. I pick up the phone, but there is just silence...and then, "Hello, honey. I hope you're enjoying your worst nightmare" - and then the call is cut. The ground then opens up below me and I am falling through, in a dizzying spiral of colours and light. A clown cackles in the background. But before I can think too hard about it I land right in the middle of Wonderland, with the Queen of hearts yelling "off with her head!" I frantically turn looking for an escape when someone grabs me by the hand and leads me away. I look to see who it is. To my surprise their face is covered by a mask and when I ask who they are I am simply ignored, leaving my rescuer a complete mystery. He's gone now. Before me, stands a mirror. I peer into the reflection, only to see...
A moon, which I see is full. My heart thumps, as I know that this transformation is about to take place, where I become no human... I feel a deep burning sensation behind my eyes and a cackle erupts from my burning lungs. It's burn reaches my head. I go to pull my hair and notice that my once silky hair is now composed entirely of a curly afro. I felt my nose - round and soft - and realised the transformation was complete - I was a clown! And I wasn't too happy with this transformation, so I decided to turn back the time again. Unfortunately, with a slight slip, I turned it back about eight years too many... to myself as a 7-month foetus. I realise this mistake, but then my thoughts averted to the fact that I was hungry and I cry to whoever is around. A clown picks me up and cradles me in his arms. At this moment I knew... he was my father. At that instance, I realised I was part of the family. My family. A family of clowns... and I was destined to become heir of the family. At this moment, I woke up, realising it was alllllllllll a dream. I woke up to the realities. It was my dream to become a clown, and my friends all told me that It was only a dream. But this just filled me with more determination. And so I set out for my quest to become a clown... So I got up, put on my clown costume, plugged the guitar into the amplifier and played my song. Then I quickly step into a hole and it took me down a slide, changing my guy into some sort of spy gear.
I looked down onto my mobile phone and it read... "Free books- Come to my place and pick them up" At the bottom, it was signed: 'From the clown friend in your dream - yes, it was all real.' I question why these clowns are in consistent contact with me. The dream, the random teleportation to America, the family of clowns, the clowns chase, all real? I decide to disbelieve and mistrust the note - who knows, some stalker from fkn ATARNotes might have written it! - and thus decide that it was *not* real, and that I will most definitely not go in search of the promised books. I ponder over this thought for a while, and while googling to see if it was real, I discover this thread. This has certainly given me enough evidence to prove it was real, and not to trust anything heidiii says in future. Because I think heidiii might secretly be a clown... I discover the truth - heidiii is the head of the clown organisation which has been responsible for all the recent clown attacks - it all starts to make sense, and I note to myself that despite anything that happens in the future, heidiii shall not be trusted! I then faint... And I wake up, only to find myself in a hospital bed with Heidi, dressed up like a clown, staring at me like I was dead for a while. It was then, I realised, that I finished with specialist for good! I frantically look around for any logical explanation for my predicament.... And realise there is none...heidiii is still staring at me, dressed as a clown, and I leap out of the hospital bed as she attempts to attack me! But then I turn around and realise that this is truly an evil plan of insanipi's.
Perhaps they are working as evil clowns together?! Looking to dominate the world with their clownishness? Who ever said that heidiii and insanipi are clowns? Because you've got to be kidding as the clown event seems somehow, inconsistent with one another. But then, I turn around and see a different person, who sorta looks like Andrew Garfield in the distance, writing poetry. Typing away on his word document, meticulously checking every single word of his writing, he tuned around and stared at me. I was so utterly creeped out that, as a reflex reaction, I picked up the nearby potted cactus and threw it in his face. But, alas, before it hit his face, he produced a spider web.
I sit on my bed, playing my guitar.
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