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If you've ever wanted to advise a writer about what a character should do or say or tell them what should happen next, here's you chance. The Beginning of His End is an interactive story where your comments control what happens next.

You Tell Me in This New Interactive Story

Have you ever read a story and thought you knew what happened next? Ever wanted to advise a writer on what a character should do or how she should respond?

Well, here’s your chance.

I posted this story opener a couple of months ago and those who read it were intrigued. With that in mind, I’ve decided to try something new. While I work on a larger project, I thought it might be fun to post this opening scene again and let my readers chime in and help determine what happened next.

HOW IT WORKS: share your idea in the comments and I will take that and run with it. Your suggestion can be a word, a new character, an idea for what happens next, or an intriguing question for me to answer in the next scene of the story.

I’ll choose one suggestion from the comments. If a single comment can be combined with another to create greater momentum, I will absolutely do that. And, if there is more than one comment that might work out well, in true choose your adventure style, maybe I’ll even write a second version of the new scene with that comment.

So, who’s up for a some interactive story fun? Read on and tell me what happened next?

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The Beginning of His End

To be clear, I never meant for anyone to die.

But maybe, before I get to that, we should back up a little, you know, start at the beginning. The beginning of what, exactly, I’m not sure, because there are a lot of beginnings to this story. 

The beginning of when things started to go awry. The beginning of the evening and my decision to place my pistol in my purse on my way out the door to the restaurant and dinner that eventually led to the beginning of the conversation, that led to the beginning of when I started to scream, that led to the beginning of Ryan’s demise.

Again, let me be clear, it wasn’t supposed to go down this way. You have my word on that. And my word, well, take it for what it’s worth right now, but I’ve never gone back on my word. 

Until that moment in the restaurant with Ryan.

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But, again, I should start at the beginning. Maybe, I can start at the most recent beginning, the dinner, because I think you’ll get the picture of how things went awry if I tell you about dinner and the conversation it inspired that led to the question.

If he just hadn’t asked me that question. He knew better than to ask me that question. We’d had that conversation many times, too many times to even count. But what difference does that make now, right? Because we sure won’t be having that conversation now. Or ever.

Anyway. The dinner started calmly enough. All pretty benign, really. The weather, the latest things in the news, all the typical cursory stuff, you know?

And then, he asked me that question.

Maybe he wanted to test my boundaries. Not a good choice. And, so, it’s really not my fault. And, like I said, I didn’t go into the restaurant expecting to kill him. That part, well, that just happened. I was actually looking forward to enjoying their famous chocolate torte. Instead, everything went awry.

But it wouldn’t have if he’d simply never asked me that question.

So, what happened next? You tell me 🙂 And then come back next Tuesday to read how your suggestion played out in my writing.

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