The New Story!

It's so cold. My eyelashes stick together. My lips are stiff. I can't see past the snowflakes that try to invade my gray-blue eyes.

It's so cold. I don't think I can make it. I look up ahead. The group of people huddled together reminds me that I'm not alone. And the crack of the whip reminds me that I'm not free.

"Get going!" The yell bites through the air, hurting more than the bite of the cold. Like a wolf the whipmaster comes and lashes out at one of the poor people.

But we're helpless.

We can't do anything.

We need somebody's help.

OK, so, here's the dig.

I'm going to create a story where YOU pick what happens.

You heard me.

At the end of each chapter, you'll have a choice. You write your choice in the comments. The choice that has the most votes will be the next choice that I write about.

Deal?

OK, good. :)