Collaborative stories

Hi readers!

These days we have been doing collavorative stories: one person starts doing the begining of his story and selecting the genre of it. Then, the partners of the group continues the story until the end. We were 6 in the group (goup D), and here you can see the original story, with different colours to know who wrote what. Here you have my story:

What I am?

One dark and terrifying halloween night, the young Paul was walking back home in the empty streets of Atlanta, USA. He was dressed up like a skeleton. When he arrived home he fell asleep instantly as he was very tired. Suddenly, in the middle of the sleep, he waked because he felt cold. He looked at his arms, and he suprisely realized that they became into bones. Paul thought that it was just a nightmare and he fell asleep again. Next morning, he realized that it wasn’t just a nightmare, the true was that he became into a real skeleton.


At seven o’clock he woke up sweating and when he started to stand up he felt very weak. He felt so light! He went to the bathroom to clean his face and he realized that he was a real skeleton! He went to the kitchen and had breakfast but he couldn’t eat anything. All the food he ate fell to the floor. When he realized that he couldn’t do anything in his house he went to his parents house by car, in his Volkswagen Touran. He arrived to the house and knocked at the door. His mother opened the door and she said when she was opening the door before see him:


-Good morning! Can I help yo... Aaaaaah!!!-she shouted.
 
-Mom, it’s me! Don’t close the door! Mom!!!

-Go away, what are you?-she said before asking for help to her husband.

-I don’t know what is happening! I’m Paul, your son. Open the door, please!


But his mother didn’t open the door, and his father neither. He asked again for opening the door but, his father said that he was going to call the police, so he kept in silent and he thought “What can I do, I’m a monster, nobody want to help me!”.

But suddenly he started to feel different, he felt a strong sensation that invades his body, and he started to thought, “If I am monster, I would made terrifying things, now is my chance” he was starting to feel really an evil person, no, as an evil skeleton. He started to kill every person that in his previous life didn’t like. His boss, the mother of his wife, the person that times ago was his teacher... But then, when he killed all people he didn’t like, he started to feel bored, so he started to kill every person in earth.

He didn’t care if they were children, elder people... One of those days, while he was killing all the people, he met with a man crying. He didn’t understand why he was like that, he didn’t know what where that water drops that were falling from his eyes. “These are tears, I’m crying because you have snatched my little daughter! I’ll never see him again because a stupid monster doesn’t know what are the feelings and the loss of someone you love. I hope you’ll burn in the hell!”. Suddenly, the monster started to feel guilty of all people that were alone without families, friends...etc. And while he was submerged in his thoughts the man hit him in the head and he lost the conscious.

When he had recovered from the consciousness, he had a big headache. He realized that he was surrounded by some angry citizens.


-You have killed all my family, now I going to kill you!- said his neighbour-.

-You’re going to pay all the bad things that you have done, monster!- said the butcher of the town-.

In that moment, he realized that he was in the roof of the Bank of America building, the highest point of Atlanta. He tried to escape but immediately the citizens through him from the roof. The roof was 312 meters high, it was impossible to survive. While he was falling down, he felt sorry of all the murders that he had done but when he crashed with the floor, he died.





If you want to read my partners stories and see what I have written:

Kepa Imaz's story
Ander Belza's story
Idoia Ecezai's story
Sara Birawis's story
Usoa Aldazabal's story