Hey! So, I have a roleplay on Creative1. I thought it was fairly interesting, so I started a writing piece on the roleplay concept. I have a prologue ready, and I'll post it here. Feel free to share your opinions, as I'm going to most likely continue this for multiple chapters. I just feel like I can do so much with this story. I hope you all like it! -Smg Prologue: I stand in silence as I learn what is happening. I had been forced by my parents to visit the local government pep rally, if you can call it that. It’s not really a pep rally; it should be a deceit rally. That’s what they’re doing, they’re lying to us. They’re trying to put these false truths in our heads, when they know what they’re doing, is wrong. I enter through the brand new gate, personally ordered by the governor of our little county. I think to myself, “One little ‘pep rally’ doesn’t need any new features, or even cosmetics. If this is one.” I feel the cold air brush against my face, as I approach the huge crowd surrounding the stage. I see dozens of government officials in their own fancy seats. It sickens me that they receive this fancy treatment, when what they are doing is wrong. I hear chatter all around the place, as I slowly go towards the stage. Almost everyone talking about how this new project will help our community, and even the world. It saddens me that these people are so brainwashed by this false truth. As I stand behind the crowd of people, I start to hear a voice. This is the voice...of my father. I hear him say these words, while a part of me dies. “Today we are gathered to officially announce our newest project. This project is guaranteeing the people of Middlesworth that the future is bright; that the future is going to be great!” I can’t stand to watch, so I head to the concession stands to grab myself a water. I can still hear his proud voice speak. “The project that we are talking about, is Project Broxton!” Everyone already knew what this project was, so they didn’t even wait to applaud. I knew my father was looking at me, so I joined in, to my disgust. My father continued with his speech, “For whoever doesn’t know what this new Project will do, I will explain it. The scientists at our lab have spent years’ of hard work perfecting this experiment, until now. With this, we are guaranteed to provide a new human-like species. The super-human.” I cringe when I hear that term. A super human. My father goes on, “This super-human is better than all regular human beings! These humans are guaranteed to be just like us, but better in all categories of life. We will use them to enhance our knowledge, and become famous!” That’s when I knew my father had lost it. I knew all along. He’s doing this, not for the better for the human race, but for himself. He wants fame. He continued, “If you wish, if your spouse or yourself ever become impregnated, then we can give you a certain fluid. For a fee, that is. This fluid is guaranteed to create a healthy, perfect child. One that will help us in the future.” Just hearing this, I shake my head in shame. It makes me think that I’m not as good as he wants me to be, and that it’s too late to become “better”. My father goes on with the pros of this project, if there are any. Right when he is done, the audience breaks out into thunderous applause. It saddens me. He then reveals a big tank-like structure. It has “destruction” written all over it. The fluid he talked about, is 60% pure nuclear waste. I feel like people have forgotten what that stuff does to you. As my father explains why there is no need to worry about the waste, I start to leave. That’s when he calls me up to the stage. “Now, I’d like you all to meet my dear son! Daniel Glowstead!” I want to cry, but I hold it back. I slowly walk up to the stage, with everyone’s eyes on me. The silence makes me anxious to get this over with. My father says to me, “Son, don’t you love this idea? This makes sure that you have great kids yourself, and I have some fantastic grandbabies!” This brings out a little laughter from the audience. I laugh along, making it look as real as it could be. I notice that I haven’t answered his question, so I quickly say, “Dad, this idea is Great!” I try to stay out of the conversation now, until my father does the unthinkable. He says that he wants to demonstrate this power. I snap. I yell out-loud to the surprise of many, “Dad, you are INSANE for doing this!” I realise right after what I had said, and my dad grows furious. I become scared to death, and ashamed of what I said. The whole crowd is in complete utter silence. My father breaks the silence with, “Mhm, I think we should end this. Thank you all for coming, and this will be released shortly. The curtain closes, and my father immediately unleashed his anger on me. He’s talking so fast, I can hardly understand what he is even saying. He ends his little yell-fest with, “I know that you..that you are unique. And you have a unique way of thinking. It’s just, you are thinking about too much right now. This project is for our own good. Trust me.” I say, “Alright, I’m sorry, Dad” I can tell that he accepts my apology, and he quickly rushes over to the tank of waste. I still can’t believe that they’re risking so much, to basically replace the good human-race, that we are. That’s when I hear a crank. I see my father fooling around with some things behind the tank, as the noise grows louder. I start to see my father struggle. I rush over to him and ask, “What’s going on” The noise slowly grows louder, and I see the waste slowly move in the tank. While this is happening, my father and I are the only ones in the area. My father says, “Son, go get help.” I nod, and I rush off stage. That’s when I hear a loud ‘BANG’. I see nuclear waste flow off the stage, and infect the world. With the sudden panic within the whole area, I start to realize the truth. My life was going to change forever.
Nice. Personally, since I have outside experience with writing, I suggest making less space between paragraphs and combining them. Even though this is unavoidable with dialogue, it still makes it look more professional.
Yeah, I originally wrote this in a google doc, and just copy and pasted it here. That explains the line spacing, which will be fixed with the possible next part of this story. :D
Wow, you sure know how to make things interesting! It seems with a little practice and time you'll become a great story writer. Keep up the great work man! :D
