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Okay. This is a game involving... creativity! O:
OH NO.
ANYWAYS,
What you have to do is...
Go to this website, and generate a writing challenge.
You can adjust the complexity to what you'd like, and the WRITE ABOUT IT. Make sure you post what your challenge is! You only need to write a paragraph, but you can write a little more if you want to. It can be funny, sad, dramatic, whatever you want!
Sounds fun?
Only one catch though,
It has to be related to Supernatural.
HA!
C:

I'll do an example:
"The story takes place in the late evening. The story must have a bear in it."
Sam was driving Dean's impala. He had been doing research about their current case, and was overcome by the urge for a burger. He would have had Dean go get him one, but he had fallen asleep on the bed. So here Sam was, driving around the small town, burger in hand. He was currently on his way to the Motel they were staying at, only half of his attention was focused on the road. It was night time, after all, so almost nobody was out except for him. He had just taken a drink from his soda, when he notice a humongous, dark shape looming in front of his dimmed headlights. He slammed on the breaks, spilling his soda all over himself and Dean's beloved seats. The car came to a screeching halt only a foot or two away from the object. Sam stared out the windshield, astonished. That was the biggest bear he had ever seen. It must have weighed several tons. He stared opened mouthed at the bear as it regarded him with cold, emotionless eyes. It grunted at him, sniffed the car, and seemed to have deemed it unimportant. The bare grunted at the car once more, before loping into the surrounding woods. Sam watched it leave, then he felt the cold fingers of fear crawl up his spine. He realized what he had done. He's spilled soda on his brothers interior. He gulped, feeling impending doom. Dean was probably going to kill him in the morning.

[ I don't know if I did a good job, so I suppose that, the next poster, before they do their own story, they can rate the person above them O1/1O? I dunno. I might have done Sam out of character, I'm not sure. This is my first ever "fanfiction", so... yeah. even if it's just a Fanfiction paragraph. > . X ]

Okay, now it's your turn, Go! biggrin

A character is attracted to someone throughout most of the story. During the story, a character finds a pleasant surprise.

"I have no idea what happened," I said. The police office looked dubious. "I swear, I was at my parent's house. I came back to the house, and the place is covered in Abby's blood and Jackie's missing. Neither called me. The last I saw them was this morning, before I left for work." He looked skeptical, but he said nothing more. He walked away and started talking to another man. I sighed, putting my hands on my upper arms. The night air was chill, and my light jacket wasn't enough to keep me warm.
I was really getting scared. It was the second murder that week. And it was always my friends.
"Olivia Pine." I turned around, expecting another officer, but it wasn't. Two men in suits, like the FBI, were standing behind me. One was taller, with long light brown hair. The other was slightly shorter, with darker hair. Both men whipped out badges, which said FBI on them. They both appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties.
"I'm Agent Brown, and this is Agent Smith," said the shorter one. I nodded, but looked intently at Agent Smith. Instead of being afraid, I felt completely comfortable, and even liked the man. Even though he was probably about to harass me.
"I just wanted to ask you some questions about the incident," Agent Brown said calmly.
I was sick of the police officers but I didn't want him to leave. I nodded slowly.
"Was your friend acting odd before tonight?" He asked. "No."
"Did she know the other girl?" "Yes. We've all known one another since middle school."
"Including you?" I hesitated. I didn't want to sound like a murder suspect. But I wasn't, so I replied, "Yes. It was the six of us."
"So there are other girls?" Agent Brown asked.
"My friends Sophie and Lindsey. But they're away on business trips. They're coming back tomorrow."
"Okay," Thank you for your time," Agent Smith said. I nodded. As they walked away, my eyes remained locked on Agent Smith. My first thought was that he was hot. The second one was fear that they'd try to get me arrested for murdering my friends.
The men walked to an Impala, and got inside. But they didn't drive away. They just sat and talked for a few minutes, before starting up the car and leaving the scene. I didn't know why, but I memorized the license plate.
I felt a little like a stalker. But I felt a little better knowing it.
* * *
The phone call came at seven o'clock. My mother gave the phone to me after letting it ring three times. A harsh voice told me that Sophie had died in her apartment. I let the phone drop to the floor. A hard crack echoed throughout the house. My mother gasped. I grabbed my keys and rushed to her apartment.
The police were there, just like at my house when Abby died. I could see into one of the windows. There was blood on the wall.
No one asked me to leave. So I just sat there. I hoped the two agents would come. I really wanted to see Agent Smith again, with his gorgeous eyes. I was halfway between drooling and crying when they did show up. As they walked up to the house, I overheard their conversation.
"This is the woman she mentioned right?" Agent Brown asked.
"Yes. Died the same way as the others." Agent Smith paused. 'So what've you thinking?
"Three dead girls, one missing, and one who's always near the scene of the crime." I gulped slightly at the mention of me. I was making myself look guilty.
"Might as well ask her some questions." They walked towards me.
"Sorry about your friend," Smith said. I nodded, trying to look them directly in the eyes. I found it easy with Smith standing right there.
“Do you know who killed her?” I asked. It was better to seem curious, so I would seem less guilty.
“We’re not sure,” Smith replied.
“Have you found Jackie?”
“We’re working on it.” A sudden though passed into my head. What was the FBI doing here? This was probably bigger than I assumed. I really hoped they wouldn’t find out. Especially Agent Smith.
* * *
It was nighttime. I walked through the neighborhood by myself, like I always did on nice nights. It was cool, but warmer than the past few days. When I was a good seven blocks from my parent’s house, I saw him.
Agent Smith was walking towards me, unaccompanied by the other agent.
“Hi,” he said, once we were a few feet apart. I could feel myself blushing.
“Have you heard anything about Jackie?” I immediately asked. He seemed caught off guard. He wasn't the only one.
“No. Not yet. Actually Olivia. I wanted to ask you something, off the books.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Sam, by the way.” I shook it, completely enthralled. My concern for Jackie equaled my attraction to Sam.
“So have you ever done anything . . .different?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure how to put it.
“No,” I retorted, “The most creative thing we ever did was the Ouija-”I stopped myself. Sam looked genuinely concerned. It looked cute on him.
“You used an Ouija Board,” he asked. I nodded, tears falling down my face. I’d sworn not to tell. It had just slipped out.
“Did you all use it?” I nodded.
“Even Jackie?”
“Yes okay?!” I cried harshly. I regretted snapping at him as soon as the words left my mouth.
“Were you with Jackie when the murders happened?”
“No. I was at work and at my parent’s house.”
“Thank you,” he said, and got on his cell phone. “Dean. We have a demon. Probably using Jackie. It’s targeting the girls.”
“We need to go to your friend,” he told me. I nodded. I’d been raised to believe in heaven and hell and demons. I knew using the board was wrong. All of this was the result.
“What’s the address?” I told him. He repeated it to Dean. He then hung up.
“She lives this way,” I said pointed up the street. We walked three blocks when we reached her house. It was dark and relatively quiet. Sam tried the door.
“So you have a key?” He asked. I pulled out my key ring and opened the door. He walked in slowly. The black Impala pulled up to the house. Agent Brown walked out. He looked concerned, but bored at the same time.
“You should wait outside,” he said.
“Lindsey is my friend. I’m coming.” I was surprised by my confidence.
“Dean. Let her come.”
Dean shrugged. “Here,” he said to Sam, and gave him a knife. It appeared to be silver, but I couldn’t tell.
“Lindsey’s bedroom’s upstairs,” I told them, and dashed up. I tried to be quiet, but I was worried about her. I crept along the hallway, and walked into her bedroom.
I screamed. I couldn’t help it. Jackie was standing over Lindsey. Both were covered in blood. Sam rushed past me, and tried to stab Jackie. She easily parried the attack, and literally threw him into the dresser.
Dean tried to do the same, with a similar result.
“Olivia,” Jackie hissed. Only it wasn’t Jackie’s voice. She blinked her eyes slowly. When they opened again, the entire eye was black. I started to breath heavily.
“Thank you for making my work so easy,” she said. I shrieked as Sam shoved his dagger into Jackie’s back. He had a cut on his forehead, but otherwise appeared to be okay. I was relieved.
Jackie screamed as lightning rose inside her body. Once the lightning stopped, she collapsed to the ground. Dean stood up and looked at Jackie's body.
“Lindsey,” I cried as I ran over to her. I shook her but she didn’t wake. There was so much blood. “Lindsey. Lindsey. Lindsey!”
* * *
"Your friend will be fine," the doctor said confidently. Relief washed over me. I was so surprise when the doctor said she’d be fine. Surprised and happy. "That's wonderful." The doctor smiled and backed out of the room.
"So who's the guy?" Lindsey asked. I blushed.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Because you're my best friend. We can tell. It's part of the job description."
"Sam," I replied. She smiled as best she could. "I'd better go. See you Lindsey,” I said. "Make sure you kiss him." I laughed quietly as I closed the door.
I walked outside the hospital to see Sam there, as if he was waiting for me.
“She’s going to be fine,” I said.
“Are you?” He asked.
I shrugged. “There are worse things out there.” He laughed lightly, as if he knew there were.
“Thank you ,” I said as I pressed my lips to his. It was quick and almost involuntary.
“Oh God,” I said, “That’s not normally like me. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, a smile on his face, no worse for wear.
“Will I see you again?”
“Probably not. Sorry.” I could feel my heart crack.
“Okay. Just keep yourself safe.”
“Sure,” he replied as he walked away. I never saw him again.

This was fun. biggrin Sorry for any inconsistencies or if I messed up the characters.
If you read this, could you please review? Thank you in advance.