Story Writing Debate

Rules: S&G will be awarded as usual Conduct will only be awarded to the side that forfeits least (cursing within the story is allowed as this is a story) Arguments will be awarded for the side providing the more interesting continuation of the story. Sources will be awarded to the side with better writing techniques and displays a better ability with writing a story. Both sides will produce a story starting with the Instigator. One story will be created, and must be continued on from both parties within the debate. A title, if desired, will be given at the end of the story I grew up in a very poor family. Our house was musty and cramped. And I remember how, at school, the other kids would make fun of the tattered clothes I wore. But I didn’t care. It never kept me from, and actually encouraged me to do what I liked. Often, during the summer, I would climb the rusty fence that separated my family’s old house and the woods beyond. I always loved the summer. When I could, I would remove my tattered shoes and spend the entire day barefooted. Mama always got mad at me for doing so, but I didn’t care. It was an out-of-school ritual of mine. When I could I would revel in my freedom from footwear. It relaxed me. My favorite spot to hang out was under a small tree near my home. There, I would read the few books I had or simply lie in its cool shade during the hot summer months. But on some days, I was more adventurous and went to explore the woods near my house. I knew every inch of the area within a half a mile of our home. It almost seemed too easy. However, everything changed when I was about nine. I wandered a long way from home that day. I wanted to know more about my surroundings. I just wanted something different, for something interesting to happen. I meandered past everything I knew, and eventually made it into territory I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t scared. At the time, it seemed, as a general rule, that the night was always filled with monsters and darkness. Daylight was the exact opposite. Daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe. I began to notice the greens and golds that filled nature, and I thought I was in fairyland. Then I saw the path. It was a simple dirt road, overgrown with short grass and had occasional pebble on the side of it. It appeared fairly straight, and expanded all the way toward the horizon. As a youngster I thought that it would be a great idea to follow it, so I stepped forward, a barefooted child walking down a long road. I can’t recall how long I wandered down the path. I simply walked along. The scenery changed so much. I passed by caves and streams. I saw things from open plains to thick forests. But that path, that small dirt path, never changed. I knew that as long as I followed the path, I would never be lost. Eventually, I came to a small creek, and a fallen tree that served as a bridge to get across. The path ended. The tree was overgrown with moss, and, thinking it was fun and squishy, I began to play with it. Soon, I started to pull the moss off of the tree and watch it fall into the flowing creek. Looking for more adventure, I faced the next challenge of crossing the creek by using the tree. Suddenly… (To be continued. I understand that this introduction is short, but you know what they say: Go for quality, not quantity.)