Continue the story...

[Aayush Raj]

The rules are simple.

> Continue the story from the above post by using 15-20 words only.
>Try not to end it and
> Have fun

Here's the Start:
Once upon a time, There lived...

 

[knowitall10]

Once upon a time, There lived...

... a man in a distant land. The clouds had disappeared to make the sky look flawless, the sun was setting in the horizon, leaving a pinkish glow behind. He sat in his small shak, and peacefully smoked his cigarette. He was a thinker, and that evening....

 

[Nitro Aminus]

he witnessed a very strange event. He dared not speak about it as......

 

[knowitall10]

... He was the slave of the rightful owner of that farmland. As he smoked, he saw a young, handsome man ride towards the east with a very good looking horse. As the horse's hoofs repeatedly stampeded the ground, he saw a dust of purple smoke arise and ....

 

[aquablue]

..... that purple smoke reminded him of what had happened .......

 

[knowitall10]

... Five years ago in the same place. A middle aged man had ridden a camel towards the same direction this young rider was headed with his horse. A cloud of purple smoke had risen, making the old man dizzy and fall unconscious. This time, however, the old man decided to be careful and as soon as he saw the cloud of purple smoke rise from the ground under the horse's hooves, he dropped his cigarette and quickly reached for a napkin from his pants pockets. He covered his face with the napkin, and headed towards the west- opposite tithe direction the men had come from-, to...

 

[ZaMiN RaZa]

... Five years ago in the same place. A middle aged man had ridden a camel towards the same direction this young rider was headed with his horse. A cloud of purple smoke had risen, making the old man dizzy and fall unconscious. This time, however, the old man decided to be careful and as soon as he saw the cloud of purple smoke rise from the ground under the horse's hooves, he dropped his cigarette and quickly reached for a napkin from his pants pockets. He covered his face with the napkin, and headed towards the west- opposite tithe direction the men had come from-, to...

...escape this dark, purple-colored mist. He mounted his horse and rode on far in to the horizon. He did not look back but just kept his face forward and made it a safe distance away from the mist. As the sun descended into darkness, he decided to rest for he had a long journey ahead of him. As the sky was filled with stars like tiny, bright spots on a black canvas he sat down next to the fire, pondering.......

 

[knowitall10]

...escape this dark, purple-colored mist. He mounted his horse and rode on far in to the horizon. He did not look back but just kept his face forward and made it a safe distance away from the mist. As the sun descended into darkness, he decided to rest for he had a long journey ahead of him. As the sky was filled with stars like tiny, bright spots he sat down next to the fire, pondering.......

....at the laws around which nature plays itself. He wondered where the men had come from, what was that purple miracle, the strange but beautiful rides they had transported on. The endless thoughts exhausted his mind; he let his body relax on his old, worn out bag, and closed his eyes to surrender to the hum of the night, regardless of his master's reaction the following morning when he sees the old slave missing from his shack.
The man woke up from the distant chirping of the birds, or was it bats? He heard the sky roar harshly and felt the wind slap his weak body. He opened his eyes to see that the fire had been blown out, and that rain drops had started to fall from the darkened sky. Still night, he thought. He struggled to get up against the will of his tired knees, and shuffled to put his bag around him, when he heard his horse moan out of fear. The thunder clouds were getting closer, and there he saw it. The blue flash of lightning, and the ear bursting roar of the sky, as if the heavens had broken apart. What surprised him, however, was not the loud, harsh thunder clap, but the same purple mist that now arose from the used firewood. He gasped.

 

[ZaMiN RaZa]

....at the laws around which nature plays itself. He wondered where the men had come from, what was that purple miracle, the strange but beautiful rides they had transported on. The endless thoughts exhausted his mind; he let his body relax on his old, worn out bag, and closed his eyes to surrender to the hum of the night, regardless of his master's reaction the following morning when he sees the old slave missing from his shack.
The man woke up from the distant chirping of the birds, or was it bats? He heard the sky roar harshly and felt the wind slap his weak body. He opened his eyes to see that the fire had been blown out, and that rain drops had started to fall from the darkened sky. Still night, he thought. He struggled to get up against the will of his tired knees, and shuffled to put his bag around him, when he heard his horse moan out of fear. The thunder clouds were getting closer, and there he saw it. The blue flash of lightning, and the ear bursting roar of the sky, as if the heavens had broken apart. What surprised him, however, was not the loud, harsh thunder clap, but the same purple mist that now arose from the used firewood. He gasped.

.............''How can this be? After 5 years why now?'' he asked himself.
As he was about to mount his horse, to his horror, it was gone. He was left with no other option. He had to walk the long trek to his destination. The purple mist from the firewood was a sign. He had seen it before. It was a sign of imminent doom. Avoidable? Yes but only if you play by its rules and succeed. He was the only survivor of this twisted game IT created..........

 

[knowitall10]

.............''How can this be? After 5 years why now?'' he asked himself.
As he was about to mount his horse, to his horror, it was gone. He was left with no other option. He had to walk the long trek to his destination. The purple mist from the firewood was a sign. He had seen it before. It was a sign of imminent doom. Avoidable? Yes but only if you play by its rules and succeed. He was the only survivor of this twisted game IT created..........

....the man's thoughts began to gather in his mind. The smoke. He tamed his horse and slowly walked towards the furious swirl of purple mist that had formed over the used firewood. Was he hallucinating? Or was this real? He reached out his trembling hand to touch or grasp the mist. As soon as he neared a step to the firewood, he heard a sudden, shrill scream in the sky. He shot his hands over his ears to block the noise, his ears too sensitive to the low pitch. A loud clap of thunder struck a nearby street lamp and suddenly the commotion ended. The man opened his eyes. The purple mist was gone. His horse sound asleep. And the sky as peaceful as a sleeping child. Had this been a dream?

 

[ZaMiN RaZa]

....the man's thoughts began to gather in his mind. The smoke. He tamed his horse and slowly walked towards the furious swirl of purple mist that had formed over the used firewood. Was he hallucinating? Or was this real? He reached out his trembling hand to touch or grasp the mist. As soon as he neared a step to the firewood, he heard a sudden, shrill scream in the sky. He shot his hands over his ears to block the noise, his ears too sensitive to the low pitch. A loud clap of thunder struck a nearby street lamp and suddenly the commotion ended. The man opened his eyes. The purple mist was gone. His horse sound asleep. And the sky as peaceful as a sleeping child. Had this been a dream?

........Or was it real? It felt like a dream but he convinced himself it was real. He had lost too much to determine what is a figment of his imagination or reality. He could not bear the burden of being responsible for their untimely demise. He considered taking his own life to end the guilt he could no longer take..............

 

[knowitall10]

........Or was it real? It felt like a dream but he convinced himself it was real. He had lost too much to determine what is a figment of his imagination or reality. He could not bear the burden of being responsible for their untimely demise. He considered taking his own life to end the guilt he could no longer take..............

...but one look at his beloved horse erased those feelings. He sat up straight, next to the almost dying fire. He took out his cigar and lit it in hopes of finding inner peace. He looked up at the sky. "Why are you so difficult?"
"Excuse me, sir"
The old man jumped at the voice coming from behind him. Startled, he turned around to see the same handsome man he had seen earlier that evening.
"You're in great danger, and you need to get out of here as soon as possible"- the young man said. His voice deep and authoritative. It reminded the old man of his dead son, Joe.
"Who are you?" he asked the young man.
But by the time he had asked, the young man disappeared in the fog. Had become part of the air. That's when the old man understood...it was not a dream...

 

[ZaMiN RaZa]

...but one look at his beloved horse erased those feelings. He sat up straight, next to the almost dying fire. He took out his cigar and lit it in hopes of finding inner peace. He looked up at the sky. "Why are you so difficult?"
"Excuse me, sir"
The old man jumped at the voice coming from behind him. Startled, he turned around to see the same handsome man he had seen earlier that evening.
"You're in great danger, and you need to get out of here as soon as possible"- the young man said. His voice deep and authoritative. It reminded the old man of his dead son, Joe.
"Who are you?" he asked the young man.
But by the time he had asked, the young man disappeared in the fog. Had become part of the air. That's when the old man understood...it was not a dream...

.....but an illusion played by the demonic entity responsible for the purple mist, the young man, the weather etc etc. It was the same entity that played the twisted game that led to the death of everyone he had cherished. His wife, Annabell, his brother, Stan, his parents and most importantly Joe, his only child. Rage and guilt consumed his mind, almost leading to his own demise. But then, he had discovered a way out by a stranger. He had found him, clinging on the thread of life and death at the edge of the cliff telling him...............