Rebeckah
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Post by Rebeckah on May 28, 2002 16:16:07 GMT -5
I'm going to start out a story, and u finish it. okay, here it goes. It's called The Fortune
Jeff opened the lid of the old chest. It had been in his grandmother's attic for over 80 years! As he lifted the lid, he saw piles of coins! It looked like a fortune! He reached in to pick up one of the coins and...
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on May 31, 2002 21:32:24 GMT -5
One coin glowed brighter than the rest. Jeff put the other coins down and picked the glowing coin up. He looked around the attic to see what light the coin was reflecting but it was too bright. The coin was glowing on its own. Jeff held the coin and its light grew brighter. Soon it was so bright the entire room looked like the sun was trying to burst through the dusty windows. The coin strangly, felt cold in Jeff's hand. He looked at it fascinated. The light was strong, yet he could look at it without discomfort. There was a sound of thunder and Jeff . . .
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Post by busybodies on Jun 4, 2002 5:10:11 GMT -5
...looked around. He felt as if someone was watching him. Without thinking, he put the coin in his pocket and closed the lid of the chest. Somehow the coin felt heavier in his pocket than it had in his hand. As he was walking to the door a scrap of paper blew across Jeff's path. He bent down and picked it up...
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on Aug 5, 2002 13:44:36 GMT -5
. . . He looked at the map and it took the coin out of his pocket. It was glowing impossibly bright and it was starting to feel warm. Lighting flashed outside, and seconds later it was followed by low rumbling thunder like a huge ball rolling though a bowling alley. The old house creaked and moan from the wind trying to push it down. Jeff stared at the peice of paper and there was a drawing of the coin, the same one he was holding.
Jeff put the coin on the peice of paper and it caught fire. "Ow!" Jeff yelled, flicking burning ashes away. The paper blew away, it's embers burning and flickering out in the wind, pushing itself through any cracks in the doors and windows of the attic.
There was another streak of lightning that was just too bright. The bolt shot through the window and struck the coin in Jeff's hand. He screamed while an intense light surrounded him. Then he was gone. Rain and wind blew through the blown window in the old attic, quickly soaking the floor.
Jeff was laying there, asleep or dead. No, he was stirring, and he lifted his head up. His eyes were slits and he looked around, trying to figure out what happened. He was laying on the marble roof of an enormous bulding, like a Greek Parthenon. The stone was still cool from the night. Jeff stood and saw the people. Horse drawn carraiges filled the streets and Jeff shook his head. "I'm in a time warp or something," he said. But he looked around while his head cleared.
He saw huge buldings, worn by time. Some were a mile tall but the windows were broken. The ancient glass had yellowed and turned dull. some of the buidling listed at dangerous angles and were supported by other buildings in this giant ancient city from the future? "Wait a minute," Jeff wondered. He took the coin out of his pocket again. He looked at it and there was a burned area in the middle . . .
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Post by Shrubby on Sept 9, 2002 19:26:57 GMT -5
..in a perfect circle with a wide circumference. He quickly pushed it in his pocket, because something didn't feel right. He knew if anyone, or anything, in this place saw the coin, bad things would come.
Jeff climbed down the side of the building, using the ragged, broken bits jutting out as a stepladder. There was no noise. Movement was all around; he could see the citizens of..this place talking and conversing, yet there was no sound. Not even the clop-clop-clop of the horses' feet rang throughout the still air.
"Where is this place?" Jeff mumbled under his breath, his quiet words seeming to ring through the silent place. Every single head, seeming to hear the noise, turned toward Jeff...
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on Sept 10, 2002 8:50:03 GMT -5
Jeff didn’t see this and he continued down the side of the building. With just a few feet to go, he jumped, brushed himself off and stood straight. That’s when he saw everyone staring at him. “Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” the people looking him over said.
Jeff nodded and hoped that would be the last of it. He felt around in his pocket for the coin. He pinched it between his fingers and didn’t like how warm it felt, but smiled at the people he passed. Someone mumbled something to him, “Yep,” he said, hoping it wasn’t an important question. People kept staring at him and he just nodded and smiled at them. Then it occurred to him that he was dressed differently than the people were.
They wore in robes and other mideival-looking dress. Horses clopped on the brick pavement and the carriages and wagons they were pulling rattled along the bricks. It was the non-horse drawn carriages that struck Jeff the strangest. These vehicles had a large metal vessel in the rear and a piston moved rapidly back and forth.
This was connected to a shaft that drove a set of gears. The gear were connected to a drive system, turning the wheels of these strange vehicles. These vehicles were cars, but they were based on a design that Jeff once saw in a book about transportation. He watched these vehicles, one for every ten carriages, drive by leaving long trails of steam and smoke. The only sound they made was a steady hissing from the steam rushing out of a short stack above.
Jeff was so engrossed in watching these vehicles that he stood in the middle of the street and watched them. Then he turned and started to walk. That’s when he was hit by one of these cars. He felt like an entire football team nailed him and he was thrown several feet away. The driver stopped the car and got out. Others rushed to Jeff, but they were more interested in . . .
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