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| What is a Never-Ending Story anyway ? | This is a participative novel-writing project which was kicked off by one of our Moderator. The story’s first chapter will set by one of our Moderator, and then we invite you to write the next paragraphs of the story. The best addendum to the story, gathered from your contributions, will be chosen by our Moderators, and published as the next installment to the story.
We again will write the next few paragraphs to set the story direction, then invite new contributions and so and so forth until the story begins to evolve and take shape.
In this sense, you’d be able to say that you have already written (in part, at least) your very own novel. Here at YOU, we encourage reader participation, and we see The Never-Ending Story as a way of letting you in on the action.
So catch the Never-Ending Story here in YOU and grab that chance to become a co-author of this participatory novel!
It is a choose-your-own-path story- like you might read in a book. But you can add to the story. Whatever you add will become part of it, anything you can think of.
We would apericiate, when you avoid any vulgare, nude, rude and adults stuff. In such case we keep the right to delete it anytime without pre notice.
Please don't add any comment or joke to the THREAD of this story. This will interrupt flow of story.
If you have any suggestions, critics, and questions. Please feel free to ask here in this Thread but not in the Story Thread.
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Let your Light Shinefrom admin
2004-07-03 11:11:45 | He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work in this small Midwestern community was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he's been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. | from Seleck
2004-07-03 11:19:01 | It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and he knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, which came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. | from admin
2004-07-03 11:20:41 | You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. | from admin
2004-07-03 11:21:24 | Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan". | from Seleck
2004-07-03 11:21:54 | Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. | from Tammie
2004-04-19 11:23:12 | This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added "...and think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. | from batts33
2004-05-04 06:33:42 | She sat down at a corner table so she could just watch the people come and go. A few minutes later, a waitress came over and took her order. Just the soup of the day and a cup of tea, enough to take the chill off and to keep her energy up. She sat back to relax while waiting for her order. She couldn't help but think of Bryan and the nice thing he just did. She wonders what he does, where he lives, who he is. She's deep in thought when her food arrives. | from admin
2004-07-03 11:27:47 | It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor - it didn't ring much. Her waitresscame over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. | from Seleck
2004-07-03 11:28:36 | She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. | from admin
2004-07-03 11:29:08 | After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred-dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin, under which there were four $100 bills. | from Seleck
2004-07-03 11:39:40 | Tears filled her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do, Do not let this chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. | from batts33
2004-05-17 05:35:28 | The old lady drove off with a smile on her face, and a lighter step, knowing that she made someone else's life just a little bit easier. She continued her drive home. | from batts33
2004-05-17 17:42:04 | Back at the diner, Bryan parks his old beat up Pontiac and walks inside to see his wife. He knows she has to be sore and exhausted standing all day while she is 8 months pregnant. He wishes there was a way for her to not have to work for a while, but with the baby coming, there was just no way he could manage finances on his own. As he walks through the door, his wife excitedly comes running up to him. She tells him of this nice lady that came in to order and left her all the money. He just hugs her, and silently thanks the lady...knowing that his small deed just gave them a tiny miracle. She wants to shop for the baby, as tears of happiness slide down her cheeks. How can he refuse such a small request from the woman he loves so much. He sends a silent prayer to Jesus. His wife wants to do something nice for someone else also. Bryan can think of a thousand things that they need to do with the money, but nothing more than to continue to help others in need. | from Seleck
2004-07-03 11:44:17 | Well, that night when Bryan's wife cleared the dinner table, done with her house work and noticed, Bryan was already in bed. As she climbed into bed too, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, Everything's gonna be all right; I love you, Bryan. |
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