Two Authors, One Story

Two friends taking turns adding one sentence at a time to a make-believe story.

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She began to imagine that she was back home, the home that she dreamt of.

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"This abyss is your canvas."

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"Can I have another hint?"

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"What you experienced isn't lost, you simply need to make it happen."

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"How?"

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"I have been keeping this abyss until you awoke; you need only remember what to do with it."

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"WHY NOT?!? I HAVE EVERY REASON TO BE!"

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"You don't need to be sad."

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She let out a terrible sob, "that can't be true."

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"You were asleep."

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"no."

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"THEN WHERE DID I COME FROM: I REMEMBER A HOME AND A FAMILY AND MY FRIENDS, WHERE DID THEY ALL GO?!?!"

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"You woke up."

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"You cannot die; you aren't asleep or hallucinating; this is the only dimension that exists; YOU. CAN. NOT. DIE."

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"BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

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"Stop that, you were close and I gave you a massive hint; here's another: we're not in another dimension because there is no other dimension but this one."

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"I give up...moist, moist, moist..."