This is the #litrostory so far, a collective fiction being told one tweet at a time between Tuesday 26th February and midnight on Tuesday 5th March. Check the #litrostory hashtag on Twitter for the lastest lines and add your own.

THE STORY SO FAR:

@RussLitten
It was a moment of weakness.

@Ashfeld
Nothing more. A chance for a lie-in – but afterwards she would torture herself by asking…

@Ashfeldt
…what if I had taken him to school that morning, instead of letting him tag along with the kids from up the road?

@EleOssola
She could heard the neighbour’s radio from her bed. They were playing Thelonious Monk

@WeirdJourno
…but she was too exhausted to get up. She couldn’t face the reality…

@GlenisStott
that the sounds of Thelonius brought back the memory of a romantic evening that ended in …

@EmilyCleaver
…the disastrous meeting with the man who had called himself Messenger.

@EleOssola
She still perfectly remembers the first time she caught that mysterious glimpse in his dark black eyes.

@patrickedunne
Drawn but yet fearful of what it might lead to

@MarianneCronin
She let him take her hand, though he was a perfect stranger

@WeirdJourno
…and he took her in his arms, looked into her eyes, and….

@XavBlancmange
She signed for the delivery of a motorcycle tire for No. 30

@DorotheeLang
“I always wanted to go on a motorcycle trip,” she remembered. Her eyes turned dark, with the memory of her lost dreams rising.

@ChrisGNguyen
Thinking of that chilly April morning when she’d learned of her father’s horrific crash, she mourned both her dad and her dream.

@WeirdJourno
It had taken her a lot to put that horrific episode behind her and move on with her life. She…

@hennabutt
…knew now that she couldn’t escape the Talents which made her special. The Messenger had come to tell her it was time…

@patrickedunne
to make her father proud

@MarianneCronin
She sat up in bed, and pulled back the covers. Her son was probably safe at school now. She could go anywhere, do anything,,.

@jadamthwaite
… Her mind kept wandering back to Messenger. Last time was a disaster but he called to her. She scrolled through her phone…

@laurabesley
Could she do it? She scrolled down for the number. Her hands, slippery with anticipation, dropped the phone. She…

@jlstroudjr
…listened to the dialtone stutter. Paralyzed by regret she waited for the phone to go silent. “Is this a bad time?” She gasped

@EmilyCleaver
“Bad times,” he said, the signal chopping his voice into pieces. “But you know that. I want you to come to…”

@jadamthwaite
… the cliffs. You know the place.” My heart thudded. I knew. “Midday,” he said. “You’ll be there?” The line crackled…

@RussLitten
and then went dead. “I’ll be there.” I said.

@EleOssola
I hung up and couldn’t do anything but hold my breath. I looked at the clock on the wall, the hands were pointing at 11:27 am

@jadamthwaite
There were enough reasons not to go but Billy would be safe at school by now. I had nothing but time. I kicked off the covers.

@AnuNande
and stumbled into the bathroom. The face staring back at me was calmer than I felt. Everytime I blinked, it blurred a bit more

@MichaeldeSoet
no painkiller in the world could take away the ache I feel in my chest. Like my heart has been picked apart by angry ravens

@braket3
Angry ravens that followed him home. His territory mocking Poe, his version of the urban becoming a den of the strange.

@365daystory
Sometimes, though, it was enough to just take yourself to the front door, stand on the step, and open your nostrils to the day.

@jadamthwaite
There was no use in worrying about it. I dressed quickly, grabbed my car key and headed up to the cliffs. He was already there.

@Paris_Franz
I took a deep breath and got out of the car. He started to walk towards me, his coat flapping in the wind. I tried to smile.

@XavBlancmange
‘Here is your next assignment,’ he said, passing me a fat manila envelope and not waiting for a reply

@EleOssola
My hands were shaking.I opened it and his name was there.I put it back but The Messenger stopped me’You know you have no choice’

@call_me_inga
We locked eyes, “there’s always a choice..& the choice is mine to make, mine alone”..I squared my shoulders & pushed him aside

@BI_Blogfic
That’s trouble with choices. Power to choose means responsibility for the choice. A thin smile, and I headed to the cliff edge.

@SmallPlays
I threw the envelope. It hit the water like something dead. I didn’t need it, I knew where I’d find him. I turned, shouted … #litrostory

‏@kiwirebecca
his name into the darkness, the wind whispering it through the valley. I needed ..

@MrsCarlieLee
to know how far I could go. I walked towards…

@kiwirebecca
his name into the darkness, the wind whispering it through the valley. I needed …

@BokehFlux
… the echo of that name. Come find, comfort and guide me. I know I have spirit but I’m not afriad to say I’m scared. I looked

@call_me_inga
..into the pitiless face of Death, then calmly applied my eye liner. If I had a date with Destiny,I was going to look damn fine

@BI_Blogfic
“Delaying the inevitable?” he called. “Why draw it out?” I turned, tossing the eyeliner after the folder. “A moment of weakness?”

@XavBlancmange
He looked pointedly at the No Litter sign, ‘Can’t you use the bin like everyone else ?’ but didn’t wait for an answer

@DorotheeLang
Kneeling down, he picked the envelope out of the water and opened it again for me. “Do you really think you could…”

@MirandaHqv
..hide by destroying the letter? I’ll never give up my hunt for the Messenger. Now read it out loud and tell me…

@manickmanda
what you know in your heart. That you will. You have to. You’re a chosen one without any choice. She sighed & started to read ..

@madlendavies
..but the writing was blurred, the black ink flashing red. What was happening to her eyes? What language was this?

@laurabesley
She didn’t know what to do. The tears in her eyes were blurring the words and her eyeliner. She…

@f_sd
took a hit from a flask she kept hidden in her purse. Hard stuff. Tasted like nail varnish but it was going to do the job.

@hennabutt
Then it was time to go. She jumped behind the wheel of the waiting car & put her foot down leaving the crashing waves behind

@call_me_inga
Fire in her belly, rage in her heart but cold her resolve to end this tonight.

@AnuNande
She tried to steady her shaking hands but only succeeded in gripping the steering wheel tighter. There was no turning back.

@braket3
#litrostory And on to the next opposition, the tired #twitstory. Under mercury sky she smelt victory, the car pulling the horizon closer…

@ormiga
it was a dark and stormy night…

@call_me_inga
She roared into the gravelled lot& slammed to a stop. Under the flashing neon, she felt for the switch blade in her garter

@MarianneCronin
He’d called it ‘A tyre for No. 30’, but there was no No. 30 on her street. She pulled the box from the boot, and cut it open…

@kiwirebecca
inside was a note ‘If not for your father, for your son’ it said, signed by him. She pulled the blade, and headed for the light.

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