When I was like 13 or something like that I went to this acting group at my library and we did this exercise where we had to collectively make a story by going around the circle and each person saying one word. I was thinking it would be neat if a bunch of nerdfighters got wrote a story like this. Someone would start off with a paragraph and then another person would write another paragraph and another person would go and so on until we had a completed story and it would be full of awesome. I guess just comment if you are interested and think of an actual way to make this happen. I was thinking we could make it like a googledoc that can be publicly edited and we could just post the like around. I dont know. I'm not UPS. I'm not very good with logistics. \
BTW My writing stinks compared to you guys, so forgive me for sucking at this.
((pssh, your writing does not suck. compared to most, it's pretty good. either way you're totally allowed to suck, no one is judging.))
A movement in the trees followed a movement in her stomach, and certainly not of the favorable kind. She callously smoothed her jeans, and then her sweater. Her eyes glinted nervously from uncle to mother, then to brother.
The fates had turned against her just then. A strange moving-- and possibly malicious-- object in the woods, of course, could not get them in their high speed tank of metal and fuel, but now that the contents of Eliza's stomach threatened very effectively to spill... they would have to stop the car. The only defense they had against the monster in Eliza's mind.
She shook involuntarily before making the statement, and though her fear wished it otherwise, "I'm going to puke."
And the car screeched to a halt. Uncle Leslie's face looked instantly clammy at the fear of stomach fluids landing upon the insides of his precious vestibule of masculinity. He all but kicked Eliza out of it, and right into the expanse of trees on the side of the road.
"Be quick about it."
Her eyes, which exactly matched the rustic green of the trees, widened imperceptibly. Her stomach shook with fear, then expelling their contents rather violently, got even. Eliza's knees now shook, as she turned back towards the car.
But it was no longer there...