The Adventure Begins

Have you ever been reading a story and wished that you could decide the outcome? Instead of just reading about a character, what if you had the opportunity to enter the story and decide the hero's fate? Well, now is your chance to become a part of the adventure!

This website contains a collection of original stories collaboratively written by our creative writing class. There are seven different tales, all of which contain about eight unique endings. At the end of each chapter, you will have the opportunity to decide the character's next step by choosing between two choices listed at the bottom of the screen. The link that you click will lead you to the next chapter in the story. Click on the home tab at any time to exit the story and go back to the main page. From here, you can begin the adventure again or start a brand new adventure!

The tabs at the top of this page contain the story titles. Choose your favorite title, click on the tab, and start reading!

Expected? 5D

It's useless, you let go of everything and float through the water, releasing yourself to the power of the currents. You close your eyes and slowly lose consciousness.
It is peaceful, the flowing water caressing your body and the currents pulling you wherever they decide. Sleep enfolds you in its soft embrace and you welcome the peace that results in your submission to its power.

Fin

-A. Oswald

Expected? 5C

You decide to go right. Furiously, you kick your legs and strike the water with your arms. Your chest is compressing and the air is practically gone. As your motions slow, a thought passes through your soggy mind. You still have air in your body and it will drag you to the surface. You stop thrashing and relax. Almost instantly your body surges up. A moment later you break the surface of the waves. Gasping for air you grab randomly for anything to hold on to. As you search, your hands catch the edge of something and you tighten your grip and pull yourself to it. It's a buoy. Too weak to call for help, you hang on to the buoy, wrapping your arms around it and securing your body to prevent falling back into the water. You close your eyes and focus on breathing, restoring oxygen to your organs.
Shouts from the pier cause you to open your eyes. The light has changed, the sun is rising. You fell asleep still clinging to the buoy, but some early morning fishermen have noticed you. The sound of an engine grows louder in your ears. A rescue boat is coming for you, and now you are safe. Completely safe.

Fin

-A. Oswald

To Arms! 5B

No going back now. 

Why go back? If you go back there is only death and shame waiting for you. You look back to see if Jonathan and his "army" have gone. You see them leaving, some excited to fight, some frightened yet ashamed to say so. You see the silhouette of a man in between the young boyish soldiers. He is tall and filled with pride. You have never seen anyone so full of dignity.

Who is it?

You walk carefully towards the man. You are surrounded by the blue darkness of early morning and it is impossible for you to see from so far away. As you draw closer, you realize how familiar his face looks.

Father.

It is your father, standing straight, willing to fight for his name and family.

He has so many wrinkles now.

A piercing shame passes through your heart.

Coward. Idiot. 

You flinch, as if someone had said these words straight to your face. At that moment, your father turns his face towards you. He looks at you with his deep, gentle eyes.

Why is he looking at me like that?

But it didn't last long. Next second, you see your father walking away from you, like a warrior who just won the battle. You look away, turn your body, and take a step away from him.
This is the end.
You will not see your father anymore.

Maybe it was just an illusion. 

You father was supposed to lead the women and the little ones out of danger. But you know you couldn't confuse anyone with your father. It was your father. He must have known that you would run.

Well, then. Let it be.

You take many more steps until you hear the roar of men. It wasn't the roar of children, but of men.

In that moment, you turn, and rush towards them. You clench the sword and roar.
Like a man.

The End

-Kris

To Arms! 5A

Your conscience tickles your heart.

Is it really fine to leave him die? The one who trusts me?

Jonathan will definitely expect you to come and help him. However, you are determined to run away. You will not help your people and Jonathan will most likely die in this useless battle. Your family will be sad. If they knew that you betrayed your friend and your people, they will be very ashamed.

Did Jonathan really believe that I would help him?

Maybe. But it's useless now. No need to think about this. You weren't born as the leader's son because you wanted to be.

Why do I have to fight this war?

Even though you are a fighter, you don't like fighting for something that you know you will lose. You lift the sword of your father. It shines gorgeously in the moonlight. You remember the name of it.
It's name is... Honor.

It was. 

There isn't any honor for a sword, when the master doesn't have it in his own heart. You look around and see a tree that is familiar to you. It is the tree where your father used to take you to teach you how to fight. Under that tree, you used to practice, rest, get upset, or yell with joy depending on how your practice went. You walk slowly to it, and stab your sword into the ground.

Your honor will stay here. 

You know that you will never be able to come back here, nor take Honor. Yet your steps are light. You slowly walk away to your new life.

The End

-Kris

Detective Uganariasaurus 5B

"Please! Please! Don't hurt me I never did anything to you!" You scream, panic flooding your mind.
The Detective laughs derisively.
"You never did anything to me!" he mocks your pleading cries. "You maybe, but your kind has done more than enough to me for the begs of one insignificant human to matter anymore."
"What do you mean?" you ask, confused by his choice of vocabulary. But it doesn't matter because suddenly you feel the cold press of a gun barrel against your forehead. The blindfold still blocks your vision and the last thing you heard is the safety being flicked off.

Fin

-A. Oswald

Detective Uganariasaurus 5A

Fear is gripping your insides, clawing at your soul.
Why? Why are they doing this, why are you here? How did you even get here?
You begin to thrash about and strain against the ropes that are tying you to the chair. The chair rocks back and forth as you move. Someone behind you grabs the seat and holds it firmly, hindering your escape technique.
"Ain't no way you gonna get away, Sweetheart," the Detective says. He puts a cigar between his teeth and as he does the door opens. Carter walks in.
"Has it been restrained?" he asks eagerly.
"Aye, easier than stealing candy from a baby," Uganariasaurus confirms.
The fear is freezing your body and your vision begins to blot. Sounds start to fade, the world is spinning. You slump forward, the temptations of unconsciousness too strong to resist. As it embraces you, you hear a noise that sounds distant. A door banging open, the sound of many feet hitting the wood panel floor and then a noise like the roof being lifted from the house. Shapes pass through your vision in your state of semi-consciousness. Later when you recall the memories, you remember several gunshots, Uganariasaurus screaming, Carter cursing, the hit men running, your chair being knocked over and then you are suddenly being cut free from the ropes and strong arms lift your body. A voice sounds in your ear, no words do you ever remember but just the soft, caring tone that carried your mind into complete, utter unconsciousness.
When you awake, wind is rushing through your ears and the evening sky passes by. You are in a small transport that is flying to a secure location. You start to remember something...something important.
Oh yeah. You realize.
T.L.O. Time Lapse Obliteration. When you time travel often immediate side effects are temporary memory loss. That's why you were wondering where you were when you arrived in New York. Evidently you had forgotten to time in at the designated check time and they sent a team after you. They'd sent the whole Time Ship to get you. Why though?
You lay back on the bunk in the Time Ship and watch the evening clouds pass by. The T.L.O. was bad this time. It isn't usually.
Memories of your life begin to trickle their way back into your mind as you slowly fall back asleep, secure again in your soul.

Fin

A. Oswald