Story Collaboration: Chapter 4 Posted (Who wants to write Chapter 5?)

Four chapters down, this story has the potential to expand very far at the rate it is being completed. I have been honestly surprised at the turnout so early on in the game, and how this story is being developed by these different writers and authors. I am amazed.

With that said, I’m on the lookout for someone to write chapter five. Who wants to take a stab at it? Come one, come all, it’s up for grabs–but first come, first serve.

Remember the rules if you want to participate:

  • Leave a comment expressing direct interest in writing chapter five. If you’re the first to ask, the writing baton is bestowed upon you. Clock’s ticking, though! You have three days from the point you’ve asked to participate to write the chapter and send it back to me as well. However, if I don’t hear back past three days, I will be looking for another participant to write the chapter.
  • Please do not submit to the form without commenting your interest in writing the next chapter. As well, only one author per submission, meaning if you submitted a chapter and it is accepted, you cannot submit again for a different chapter.
  • The minimum word count is 500. The maximum word count I will accept is 5,500. After commenting your interest in writing the next chapter, submit your continuation here where I will then review and edit it. The day after you submit your continuation and it is accepted, the chapter will be posted and the process starts all over again.
  • I will not accept anything religious, outwardly political, hateful, pornographic, slurs, or anything that is demeaning, threatening or harmful in its content. Please nothing that is against a particular group, or anything that demeans a certain group of people that would be considered racist, homophobic, sexist, religious discrimination or prejudice. I will not accept your piece if that is such the case.

No clue what’s going on in the story so far? We got you.

Chapter One by Lucy

Chapter Two by Liyona

Chapter Three by James Strummer

Note: I will be re-posting this to attract different readers and writers of different time zones internationally. If you reblog this and I re-publish the post, the link will lead to an error message. The way to fix this would be to update the link on your end.

Chapter Four by Matt Snyder

Author Acknowledgment: Lyrics From Hard Man Fe Dead by Prince Buster.

Total darkness.

Words I can’t quite discern coming from a distance. “Them boil one pot of chocolate tea and all the fried fish they caught in the sea. They also got a six quart of rum saying that they waiting for the nine night to come.”

I recognized the words, lyrics to a song called Hard Man Fe Dead by Prince Buster.

Where am I?

There is a chill in the air as well; I feel I exist but I cannot seem to move. I hear bits and pieces of a muffled dialogue. I sense movement, yet I see nothing.

My eyes crack open slightly and there is a bright blinding light above, too damn bright. Am I peering into heaven?  Back to the muffled voices, I strain to make out what is being said.

“Is he awake?”

“You hit him too hard… Were there no other means that were less violent?”

I feel a pin prick on my arm. I am surprised I can feel again.

Growing hazier, groggier…

“Why did you do that, Cracker? Don’t we pay you enough? Was it so hard to find an easier, less messy way of bringing him here?” said Venus.

“I did what you asked, he’s here as promised, what exactly are—”

Before he can finish his sentence, Cracker crumples to the floor, having had his neck broken by the seven foot thug standing behind him.

“Remove the carcass from the operating room,” Venus states callously, “It served its purpose.”

Silence, at last.

For what felt like an eternity, again I hear voices yet I cannot make out who they are.

“Was it a success?”

“Yes, it’s inside. We have managed a full erase. He is now ready to be used so you can get what you need.”


A full erase? I wonder what they meant by a full erase?

There is a lull; it’s quiet again.

I finally begin to awaken. I feel a roughness beneath me. It’s sand. I’m on a beach. The air is crisp, the gulls are flying overhead and the murmur of the waves are soothing.

But where exactly am I? Wasn’t I working? Am I on vacation?

And most importantly, who am I?

A cop approaches me and tells me to move along; he’s got a real tough and gruff approach about him and he’s real big like easily three hundred and fifty pounds at seven feet. “The beach ain’t open yet ya mug, cantcha read?” he says.

I tell him I’m not from around here. I apologize and start heading down the boardwalk. I come across a sign, it reads THIS WAY TO THE 9TH with an arrow pointing forward. I decide to take this path, though I’m not quite sure why.

I stop dead in my tracks.

There is a man lying on the boardwalk. He seems to have been struck on the head, and is bleeding profusely. I call out to the cop that I need help—

In every direction there is nothing and no one.

I stare into the man’s eyes. I want to help. But, I don’t know how. I feel a genuine closeness to this guy, like we’re brothers. But try as I might, nothing I do helps; it all feels hopeless.

He whispers something in my ear. “They….have….us…now…”

Us? What did he mean by us?

I look away for a moment to try to gather my thoughts. Who was this guy that seemed familiar to me? Where am I? What happened to the cop? What the hell is the 9th? And most importantly who am I?

I look back down. The man is gone. I find myself alone again. Did I imagine this guy I saw before me?

Another man walks past me, an older gentlemen; he hands me a paper and all it says on it is THIS IS THE YEAR. The year of what? Far too many unanswered questions.

I decide to ask him, “The year of what?”

“Tonto del año”, he says.

It all sounds familiar to me, but I am bewildered as to what it all means.


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23 replies

  1. I love how ska has sort of become the soundtrack of this story. “Hard Man Fe Dead” is a great choice.

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  2. I was very surprised throughout this chapter, and I love how it pushed everything from what seemed to be a point of confrontation to a type of reset.

    Now we have Charles, as it seems, with amnesia in a trippy reality. That kind of reminded me of a season 1 episode of Mr. Robot.

    And then Cracker crumbles. Yikes!

    Whoever decides to write chapter five has so many possibilities to continue to move it forward. Who knows if that was real? Or maybe it’s lead poisoning from the walls. It’s anyone’s guess at this point.

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  3. This seems epic! Can’t wait to see Chapter 5.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Endless to take on the lead to #9

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  5. I would definitely give a shot at chapter 5!

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  6. Let me know when chapter five is ready. I will give chapter 6 within three days after chapter five is published online.

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