Keep This Story Going

[Girl_On_Fire]

I used to write fiction all the time but ever since I started freelancing professionally, I have no time to write. Yeah, weird I know. I thought I would put this out there as a fun idea for a game.

I'll start a story and all us creative types can keep it going.

Could be fun, interesting, and downright crazy. lol!

Here goes:

Angelica Lyon settled into her favorite recliner and kicked off her two-inch heels. Grabbing the remote, she flipped on the TV and took a sip of herbal tea. The opening credits to her favorite TV show scrolled across the screen. Settling back, she flipped off the small table lamp and allowed her knotted muscles to relax. It had been a long day.

She hadn't realized she'd nodded off until the muffled jangle of her cell phone startled her awake. She jerked, nearly upending the half empty teacup on her lap as she reached for the phone in her purse. Clearing her throat, she flipped it open.

"Hello?"

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And then what happened?

[JustBeingMe]

Originally Posted by Girl_On_Fire

I used to write fiction all the time but ever since I started freelancing professionally, I have no time to write. Yeah, weird I know. I thought I would put this out there as a fun idea for a game.

I'll start a story and all us creative types can keep it going.

Could be fun, interesting, and downright crazy. lol!

Here goes:

Angelica Lyon settled into her favorite recliner and kicked off her two-inch heels. Grabbing the remote, she flipped on the TV and took a sip of herbal tea. The opening credits to her favorite TV show scrolled across the screen. Settling back, she flipped off the small table lamp and allowed her knotted muscles to relax. It had been a long day.

She hadn't realized she'd nodded off until the muffled jangle of her cell phone startled her awake. She jerked, nearly upending the half empty teacup on her lap as she reached for the phone in her purse. Clearing her throat, she flipped it open.

"Hello?"

________

And then what happened?

The raspy voice on the other end of the phone asked:" How are you, Ang?" and went on to say "It's been a very long time, almost 15 yrs since I last saw you. Do you still recognize my voice?"
Hesitant to speak, Ang waits for a moment to collect her thoughts of who this person could be? She says to the caller :" Your voice sounds familiar, but I can't place it. Who is this? How do you know my name?"........


And then what happened?? ps, lets make this one juicy hee heee hee.

[JustBeingMe]

just bumping this new thread back out there....

[Girl_On_Fire]

Hmmm....anybody else want to take the wheel here?

[Girl_On_Fire]

Frowning, Angie pulled the phone away from her ear and checked the caller ID. "Unknown Number". If she hadn't been half-asleep when she answered, she never would have picked up for an anonymous caller.

Think. Think.

15 years ago? She was just barely out of high school at the time. Quick. Guy or girl? The voice was soft, neutral; so it was really hard to tell.

As the silence grew, she felt her throat go dry and her heart-rate speed up. Eyes darting around the quiet, darkened apartment, it suddenly occurred to her how completely alone she was.

Did this person mean to harm her?

"You still there Ang?" The smooth, silky voice jarred her so she almost dropped the phone.

Had she forgotten there was someone on the phone?

"Um, yeah. Fifteen years ago, huh?" It was hard to keep her tone light around the growing lump in her throat. "That was a long time ago. How did you get my cell number?"

Was this Jack? He'd had a crush on her for months when he worked in accounting. He had her cell phone number only because a well-meaning but extremely dim co-worker had tried to set them up. No. It didn't sound like Jack. His voice was deeper and he had a stutter. There was something confident about this voice. Commanding.

"I have my ways."

She felt her mouth turn into a half-smirk. She pulled her feet up under her on the recliner. Her tense muscles relaxed a bit.

"I see that. So, give me a few clues."

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And then what happened?

[always2late]

"Clues, Ang?" She heard a soft, bemused laugh "I would have thought I'd be more memorable than that."

Angie leaned her head back against the recliner, the phone pressed to her ear. Something in the voice WAS familiar, she could feel a memory skittering along the edges of her mind, but couldn't yet grasp it.

"Fifteen years is a long time," she tried to keep her voice light, "give a girl a break." Angie couldn't help it, she was intrigued now despite her initial sense of foreboding. "Ok...three clues. I don't think that's much to ask after fifteen years, do you?" Silence greeted her query, and for a moment she thought that perhaps her mystery caller had tired of this game and hung up.

She was about to hang up the phone, mentally chastising herself for allowing the unknown caller to draw her into this silly diversion, when the voice, liquid and smooth, came back on the line.

"Bellflower Lake"

She gasped, her fingers gripped the phone tighter, knuckles turning white. She could hear her own heartbeat, thudding in her ears.

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And then what happened?