The Curse
Author's Notes: If adding to this story, please can you write plenty (at least 15 lines) and do not make any huge changes to the storyline. TNX in advance. Please report any spelling errors I have missed in a comment, rating or a PM. There is also a hell of a lot of reading to do in each room, so I hope you have some spare time. ^^ Please do not complain about the amount of writing you have to read, because this is a story site!
I'm considering changing the second and fourth option in the first room, so if you have any ideas for a replacement for either, please inform me.
*Warning* This story contains explicit violence and sexual acts *Warning*
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You are a fifteen year old boy who goes to an average school, has an average house, with a pretty average family, but that will all change after a single event!
After slurping down your cereal, you rush upstairs to your room. Pulling out half of your wardrobe, you pick out a few items of clothing. Denim trousers and a denim jacket to match, a black T-shirt with the words: World Flatulence Champion written on the back and finally you strap on your watch.
After saying your goodbyes and grabbing your schoolbag, you make your way to school. Unfortunately, on your way to the bus stop, a familiar face shows up. He has been bullying you for a while now and it is beginning to get tiresome. Although, not many of the encounters have been physical, the intimidation has gone on long enough. He is a year older than you and is much taller. The boy is also heavily built and pretty unpleasant to look at.
Kevin is his name and he begins walking towards you with a grin on his face. You get shiver down your spine as the fear engulfs your body like a flame to a match. As he reaches a couple of metres from you, he raises his fists to fight. You begin to worry about your situation and begin to assess your next move. He smirks as you raise your hands, as he is clearly prepared to pummel you. Kevin pulls back his arm and clenches his fist. You begin to dread the conclusion of this brawl.
He glares at you before charging, but luckily the bus zooms past, putting him off. You breath a sigh of relief as he runs to catch it. Even though you need to get to school, you avoid getting on because of 'him'.
After walking for twenty minutes, you finally get to school five minutes late. You receive several threats that day by Kevin, but try to ignore them. Other than that, you have a normal school day, until you walk home that is.
You miss the bus and are forced to walk home and unfortunately you once again bump into Kevin, but this time he has an audience. He'd told others that he was going to fight you and they had tagged along. You can't flee now, not in front of all of these people.
"I don't think this is a good time, Kevin." You attempt to reason with him, but he just starts to chuckle and everybody reacts in the same fashion. There is no way you are going to get out of this. As you walk towards your opponent the crowd spreads out, forming a circle. You both stand at opposite ends and prepare for battle. You both run at each other simultaneously, yelling as you charge. When you meet in the center you both begin throwing punches, few of which actually make contact, but those that do are the one's that hit you. You then grab his arm, but he kicks out, causing you to fall back. At that moment a girl about your age appears from the crowd.
"Need any help?" She asks with a cheerful grin on her face and holding out a hand. You turn around and glare at the figure behind you.
"Back off!" You yell spitefully, defending yourself from the embarrassment of a girl's help fighting. "I don't need a girl's help!" She glares back and folds her arms, like a spoilt child. As you turn back you see a clenched hand inches from your face. You are beaten.
You awake in the middle of the pavement. You sit up and look around. It's getting dark, so you check your watch for the time. The time is five o'clock and you need to get home soon otherwise your mum will get worried. You hastily get up and head home. Half way there you hear noises around you. Walking, whispering and other muffled voices begin to surround you. Then someone emerges from the shadows.
It's the girl from before. She doesn't seem to like you much at all now and yet she is smiling as she approaches you. This puzzles you and you walk towards to apologize. As you open you mouth she puts her finger on your lips and 'shushes' you, tauntingly. Perhaps she does still like and by like I mean 'like' like you. She then takes her hand from your face and places it on her skirt. She then slowly lifts it. You begin to stair at her legs and she raises her eyebrows. Then she holds up her other hand and gives the thumbs up. She was distracting you. Four other girls come from behind you and pin you down.
One of them begins to speak, "You seem to have offended our partner. We will now punish you for that." She smirks and stands over you.
A second girl then speaks, "Well, what shall we do with you?" She giggles in delight as she fantasizes your miserable future.
So what is your future?....
I'm considering changing the second and fourth option in the first room, so if you have any ideas for a replacement for either, please inform me.
*Warning* This story contains explicit violence and sexual acts *Warning*
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You are a fifteen year old boy who goes to an average school, has an average house, with a pretty average family, but that will all change after a single event!
After slurping down your cereal, you rush upstairs to your room. Pulling out half of your wardrobe, you pick out a few items of clothing. Denim trousers and a denim jacket to match, a black T-shirt with the words: World Flatulence Champion written on the back and finally you strap on your watch.
After saying your goodbyes and grabbing your schoolbag, you make your way to school. Unfortunately, on your way to the bus stop, a familiar face shows up. He has been bullying you for a while now and it is beginning to get tiresome. Although, not many of the encounters have been physical, the intimidation has gone on long enough. He is a year older than you and is much taller. The boy is also heavily built and pretty unpleasant to look at.
Kevin is his name and he begins walking towards you with a grin on his face. You get shiver down your spine as the fear engulfs your body like a flame to a match. As he reaches a couple of metres from you, he raises his fists to fight. You begin to worry about your situation and begin to assess your next move. He smirks as you raise your hands, as he is clearly prepared to pummel you. Kevin pulls back his arm and clenches his fist. You begin to dread the conclusion of this brawl.
He glares at you before charging, but luckily the bus zooms past, putting him off. You breath a sigh of relief as he runs to catch it. Even though you need to get to school, you avoid getting on because of 'him'.
After walking for twenty minutes, you finally get to school five minutes late. You receive several threats that day by Kevin, but try to ignore them. Other than that, you have a normal school day, until you walk home that is.
You miss the bus and are forced to walk home and unfortunately you once again bump into Kevin, but this time he has an audience. He'd told others that he was going to fight you and they had tagged along. You can't flee now, not in front of all of these people.
"I don't think this is a good time, Kevin." You attempt to reason with him, but he just starts to chuckle and everybody reacts in the same fashion. There is no way you are going to get out of this. As you walk towards your opponent the crowd spreads out, forming a circle. You both stand at opposite ends and prepare for battle. You both run at each other simultaneously, yelling as you charge. When you meet in the center you both begin throwing punches, few of which actually make contact, but those that do are the one's that hit you. You then grab his arm, but he kicks out, causing you to fall back. At that moment a girl about your age appears from the crowd.
"Need any help?" She asks with a cheerful grin on her face and holding out a hand. You turn around and glare at the figure behind you.
"Back off!" You yell spitefully, defending yourself from the embarrassment of a girl's help fighting. "I don't need a girl's help!" She glares back and folds her arms, like a spoilt child. As you turn back you see a clenched hand inches from your face. You are beaten.
You awake in the middle of the pavement. You sit up and look around. It's getting dark, so you check your watch for the time. The time is five o'clock and you need to get home soon otherwise your mum will get worried. You hastily get up and head home. Half way there you hear noises around you. Walking, whispering and other muffled voices begin to surround you. Then someone emerges from the shadows.
It's the girl from before. She doesn't seem to like you much at all now and yet she is smiling as she approaches you. This puzzles you and you walk towards to apologize. As you open you mouth she puts her finger on your lips and 'shushes' you, tauntingly. Perhaps she does still like and by like I mean 'like' like you. She then takes her hand from your face and places it on her skirt. She then slowly lifts it. You begin to stair at her legs and she raises her eyebrows. Then she holds up her other hand and gives the thumbs up. She was distracting you. Four other girls come from behind you and pin you down.
One of them begins to speak, "You seem to have offended our partner. We will now punish you for that." She smirks and stands over you.
A second girl then speaks, "Well, what shall we do with you?" She giggles in delight as she fantasizes your miserable future.
So what is your future?....