This is OUR story!

[New Troll]

So I love to write and wish to get more practice at it, but have had little muse effect in awhile. So I thought it would be great to let someone else throw in thier ideas. And who better than my family here. So, the goal is for me to write a story (book!) using anything and hopefully everything you guys throw at me. Now remember, if your idea or context would hamper the story (i.e. ends the story, flips the storyline into a lame direction, just way too "out there" from where the story is at) then it probably won't get included. At least not in the form you're asking for. And if you wish to add a character to the story, be as detailed as you like. Feel free to make the character your own and I will try my hardest to keep that character yours. And the first person to give me a character becomes the main antaganist/ protaganist. But if your character becomes stale, there's always that chance of "dying off." Also, as to not disrupt the flow of the story, please message me your lengthy contributions. Thank you, and good luck!

Now lets begin...

The sky is brown. The night air cold and damp. Shadows stretch for miles in this moonless night. The rocky terrain is foreboding, yet small paths lead in every which direction.

Edit: cancelled this project to work on something else. Just not enough interest.

 

[Timewave Zero]

I quite literally made this up as I went along, save for the main 'star', which I have been developing for some time. It's a little long, but bear with it.

A lone figure runs with a loping gait across the terrain. It pays no heed to rocks, gulleys or chasms. Its arms are closed around its body, hugging itself. Greasy, long black hair flies about in every directon as it hops over rocks, and finally, down into an overhang. It grunts and breathes heavily as it uncoils its arms from its body. An expression of intense agon crosses its face and it stumbles and it falls to the ground. It lays on its back, almost hyperventilating. It holds its hands up to its face and winces in confusion. Instead of pink, blunt fingers, long black claws flex hideously in the vague illumination of the things black and gold eyes. It sits up, and looks at its feet. There are only two large, clawed toes. The thing stands on all fours, hunched over monstrously. Its eyes see something not far away. A hiker. A young man. Lost. The thing's stomach rumbles. It's starving. Its blackened tongue rolls around its mouth and over the fangs that jut awkwardly from its bloodied gums. It starts forward, slowly but surely. Even with its human shape, it looks comfortable moving like an animal. It crouches behind a large rock, focusing intently on the lost hiker, whp promptly takes out a map. He looks at, but find sit hard to read in the darkness. The thing clicks two of its long claws together, as if to mimic something it can't quite remember or properly replicate. The young hiker turns sharply in the things direction, and without hesitation, the lurking horror leaps forward, cat like, its claw fingers grasping, and then, from the jet black skin of the things hands, hundreds of thin, blood-red tendrils shoot out, latching onto the hikers face. He tries to shout, but something like a nerve toxins floods into his bloodstream and he drops to the ground, twitching slightly. The horror quickly closes in, grasping the hikers head in its hands, kneeling on his body. Then, its mouth opens, wide, wider than any humanoid mouth has the right to, and from inside shoots out a long, muscled proboscis which penetrates the hikers skull. Acid floods the cranium and the muscles on the proboscis suck out the skull's liquifying contents. Not a moment later, all movement in the hiker stops and the horror retracts its proboscis, the thing receeding back into its throat. It lets the hiker go, the blood-tentacles receeding into its hands. The horror stands erect, and for a moment, the clouds part, and the moon shines upon a hideous thing, monstrously thin, its skin grey and pulled over its body tighter than should be. It is genderless, its hands black and its eyes black with gold irises. It blinks, shivers, and no longer feels hungry.

There are lights in the distance. They twinkle not unlike the stars above its head, but these are yellow and not so distant.
THERE IS FLESH THERE.