My Haunting Choose-Your-Own-Adventure!

Hello, everyone. As I mentioned in my New Year’s post, my friend and I are doing a challenge to write your own Choose Your Own Adventure this month. I’m almost a week in, and although I can’t really see the ending happening any time soon, I don’t care! This story is going to be a monster of a program, so I’ll be happy if I get just one major path finished (I have a few minor path done, but they’re minor paths where very little action happens, so I don’t really count them). I figure I’ll give a little description of the story, since it’s going to take up so much of my time for the month, and because it’s one of Sabrina and my monthly writing challenges that isn’t posted on my blog, like the A-Z challenge was, and like the Haiku-a-day challenge will be. So, give me your comments on my idea, maybe some constructive criticism or advice, and I’ll post an update on how I did and a link to the story at the end of the month. 🙂

The story’s working title is “Not Quite Abandoned,” though I want to try to change the title at some point. I had a story idea a few years back about three siblings who move into an old house, only to discover that it’s being used as a hotel/sanctuary for displaced spirits. I wanted it to be a point-and-click video game, with pictures and mini-games and everything, but I have no programming knowledge, so the only way that’ll ever happen is if someone magically finds this blog and thinks my CYOA is good enough for them to spend time creating it for me. I also tried making a roleplay based off of it, but it flopped. So, I’m glad that it’s getting new life through this challenge.

For this month, I’m focusing on the oldest sister of the family, Melissa. She’s 16, and is a bit of a mother figure to her siblings, while her parents go through a sort of midlife crisis. Her life in the new house becomes complicated, however, when one of the spirits in the house begin to alternately attack and flirt with her. She discovers through her investigations of her room and the spirit that she looks exactly like one of the former residents of the house, Josephine, whom the spirit, Victor, had been attracted to and accidentally killed. Victor, however thinks that Josephine abandoned him, and is out for answers and revenge. Victor’s a bit of a nutcase, though I’m unsure how far I’ll push his insanity. I originally wanted options that would lead to Victor killing Melissa, but I’m not sure if I want to go through with those.

The “true path” (or, the path that will correspond with what happens to her both of her siblings’ stories) will be for her to investigate the haunting of her room on her own. I haven’t decided how to end that path yet, but it will definitely involve Melissa being alive, happy, and safe in her own home some way or another. Some of the other paths I have at the moment, though involve Melissa and her brother teaming up to investigate, her brother secretly investigating on his own, and Melissa breaking her arm which is going to somehow or another derail the storyline, since Melissa will be more physically limited.

If I can finish Melissa’s entire storyline without pulling out my hair, I’ll make storylines for her brother, Erik, and her sister, Annie. Erik’s will involve a spirit named Jezabelle, who is was Victor’s sister and is also the one who made the house a home for the homeless ghosts. His story will also be the one that includes a great majority of the “guest” spirits, though I may find a way to include a few in Lissa’s story, as well. Their youngest sister, Annie, will have a much simpler story, where she befriends a little ghost boy who hang out by the lake. Unlike Jeza and Victor, Daniel is not related to the family who built the house. He drowned in the lake on the property, and is extremely shy about speaking to anyone, since he wasn’t supposed to be near the lake when he dies, in the first place.

Well, wish me luck! I’ll post a reflection of this month’s challenge, as well as a link to try out whatever I managed to complete, at the end of the month. If you’re interested in playing through my adventure, please leave a comment below, and I’ll leave you a reply to tell you when I post it for the public. I don’t want to post it now, since it’s mostly dead ends right now. I will take any comments on your opinion of what I’ve described to you, though. I just ask that you please be respectful. This is just something fun that I’m trying to do, so I don’t expect it to be a masterpiece; just having a half-decent and somewhat interesting adventure done by the end of the month will be enough of an accomplishment from me, and seeing people becoming interested in it would make my day! See you later.

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Friday Fictioneers: Dreamers of the Desert

I never thought I’d see the day, but I finally managed to come up with something happy for Friday Fictioneers! And, in light of that, I wrote about two young people finding something that even today’s adventurers are trying to find, though with much lower stakes. While attempting to not give it way, I thought of the last line for this story the moment I saw this weeks picture. And, I have the basic setting in my mind, since the image in my mind could only occur in this sort of world. The challenge, however, was making them believable and interesting in only a hundred words. I’ll let you be the judge of whether I pass or fail.

Also, I hope the ‘characters with bad grammar’ thing isn’t too annoying. As an excuse that only a fellow writer can understand, they refused to talk any other way, no matter how much I asked them to at least try to enunciate better.

FF 12

Dreamers of the Desert

“I’s just a myth.” Toby insisted. “Like forests. Jus’ a story the ‘dults made up.”

“Me uncle says it exists.” I insisted. “Said he found it on the way ta the Great Pond. Only a day’s walk, he says.”

“Yer uncle’s a liar! Ain’t nothin’ in the Desert. We gonna die out here, lookin’ fer fairy tales.”

“Not much further…” I whispered, as we rounded some more dunes.

Then, I stopped. Before us stood crumbling spindles and the remains of villas. It must have been beautiful, when it was inhabited. Even my partner paused.

“Welcome to Atlantis, Toby.” I whispered.