Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:8173:1152:E311:493A-20191228085735/@comment-44044902-20200103000856

Ok, but I actually wrote a page! :O Oh, and something about me: I write different parts of the plot randomly. Like now, I'm writing the inciding incident (or whatever the thing before the climax is called), which is weird, but that's just how I work. So backstory: these 6 kids end up on an island (the most cliche short story ever, but I'm desperate) to which they have to survive a full 24 hours on to be given a boat to escape. This robot comes after them after the mastermind, whom I named Schardel hehe, introduces himself, the rules, yadda-yadda. So here's the protagonist and some side characters after the protag. nearly gets killed. Oh, and I have some strong language which I'll be censoring.

I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my breathing. Every breath felt heavy, and my chest felt like it was going to burst. I could barely decipher the whispers around me.

“Is she dead?”

“She’s not dead.”

“Pretty sure she’s dead.”

I ripped my eyes open to see a concerned Elijah crouched over me and a slightly-less-concerned Jacob pacing nearby. “Told you,” Elijah said, and slowly helped me up to me feet. “You ok?” Besides the sudden wave of nausea that hit me, I was in one piece.

“Where are the others?” I asked with a rushed nod, ripping my hand from him and paced around to hide the blush that betrayed my collected demeanor.

“The *don't know if this is considered offensive or not so please help bloody* machine either chased ‘em away or killed ‘em,” Jacob answered, with a careless shrug. I gaped at the bruised boy. How could anyone talk about that so freely? “But hey—looks like Captain Nope isn’t as clever as he sounds. He left a whole bag of food right down there!” Jacob pointed somewhere to the east of him.

“I wouldn’t be so blatant to trust him,” I said. “Schardel’s not the type of guy to just forget about something as crucial as a food source.”

“It’s not a food source, you Nope,” Jacob rolled his eyes. “It’s a bag of food.”

“A: don’t call her that,” Elijah intervened, which brought my cheeks aflame again, “and b: a bag of food. You’re seriously suggesting we go to this bag of food? This bag of food doesn’t seem like a trap to you?”

“Don’t mock me,” Jacob growled. “I’m trying to get us out alive. If it’s convenient for you lovers, I’ll go after it myself.”

“No,” I disputed, completely ignoring the ‘lovers’ comment. “That wouldn’t make any sense. If it’s just the three of us, we’ll have to stick together.”

“She’s right,” Elijah agreed. “If you’re so eager to fall into an obvious trap, let’s go. But leave the rocks and sticks here. They’re too heavy.”

“You’re seriously complaining about lifting some rocks?” Jacob scoffed. “Alana—”

“Aliya."

“Potato, patato. Aliya, stay here. You’re too weak to be on the move yet. Just… guard the rocks while Pretty Boy and I get something that’ll benefit us.”

“But—”

“What, are you too scared of the rocks running away?” Jacob impersonated a chicken, and my face felt on fire. His satisfied expression just added to the embarrasment.

“Whatever,” I muttered, and plopped onto the sound as Elijah gave an apologetic shrug and walked off with Jacob. I huffed and fell flat onto my back, subconsciously grateful for the few minutes of rest.