Trying to get 100 people to collaborate in this story. I don't know how the heck it'll go! Please write 200-350 words per page! Rated PG-13. It all starts with a 10-year old boy on a deserted ship. Well, a mostly deserted ship.
I woke up from a dream I can't remember. What's going on? Who... who am I?
I look around my surroundings. The walls were tainted with metal rust. There was a mattress with no sheets, and the windows were circle shaped. I looked out from the windows and saw the deep blue sea. I must be on a ship.
I walked out of my room and into the hallway. I looked in the other rooms, seeing no one. Just mattresses. Strange. I took a peak at one more room, and nearly vomited. There was a body in there. A dead one.
I looked at the face. It was a 10-year old boy, just like me. I looked down and it's head was disconnected from the body. I stepped away slowly. I looked at my hands with my wide blue eyes. I saw thick, crimson blood on my right hand.
Did I kill this kid? If so, why? What the hell is going on?! I ran out of the hallway and sprinted up the stairs.
I went up into the deck and found nothing. I stood near the railings and watch the sea make waves, obeying the moon up in the dark blue sky.
As far as I can tell, I am the only one of this ship. So what should I do? I went into my black trouser pockets and found a smart phone. Maybe I can call 911. But the phone was dead.
So with nowhere to go, I simply just stood there. The waves stopped, and there was not a sound, only silence. I didn't even hear my heart beat...
I gasped as something grabbed me and threw me other the rails, into the dangerous ocean. I heard a mechanical laugh as I plunged into my death.