Add on storyline for those interested

Tenpercent

In order to avoid posting while someone else is adding on to the storyline, I ask that you post and say you are here & that you are adding on to the storyline. Then in a separate message box post your addition to the story. Thank you.

The idea behind this story is an ordinary woman is living the usual everyday life, except she has amnesia about part of her life. What she doesn't know is that in the past she had a very different life -- perhaps she was a hit woman - at any rate she has secrets - and now those are about to catch up with her.

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Story begins in the following post:

Tenpercent

Anna Freed was scurrying about as usual, she had over slept and now she still had to shower, get dressed and drive to her job as a bookkeeper at Irving's.

Except for having overslept, it looked to be a typical day ahead for her, nothing more unusual than possibly having to buy a new alarm clock, she thought, as she went quickly through her closet and made her selection.

It was at that moment the phone chose to ring. Anna considered letting it go, but one never knew when it might actually be something important, so she went to the phone instead.

"Hello." she said hurriedly.

Halla Basin

then anna got shot and the story was over

Tenpercent

Halla Basin wrote: »

then anna got shot and the story was over

LOL! Well, that was a short one wasn't it!
Ah, but WHO shot Anna? Hmm?

Another writer will be adding on to the story in a day or two. :-)

knockane_ali09

blood was pouring out onto the carpet in annas living room. she was on the verge of passing out from pain all she could see was a pair of 4inch black stilletto heels. she recognised them but could not remember where.... meanwhile sarah patterson was hurring around annas house ( a house she knew well ) looking for IT. she was sorry she had to do this to her friend but she had no choice the order had come from above that she was to kill. while looking for IT she could hear anna in the living room graoning with pain she felt so sorry for her oldest friend. it was hurting her inside too as she thought about what she had done to her friend. there must be some way she could save her anna and not let THEM know she though quitely to herself....

Tenpercent

Thank you Knockane. Anyone who wishes to add to the story is welcome. Since at this time we don't seem to have too many people writing, we probably don't need to post ahead to keep from overlapping.

Okay - I'll try to add something here.

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Sarah pulled out drawers and dumped them unceremoniously onto the floor, the entire time the phone kept ringing, until finally on the sixth ring it went to voice message, but the volume was turned down too low to be heard.

Sarah knew time was running out, if the caller was who she thought it probably was!

Damn! It had to be here somewhere! It had to be!

She stopped and tried to think, which was difficult to do under the circumstances. Anna had to have hidden it. Then it struck her - of course - the music box - that's where Anna would have hidden it.

Hide in plain sight Anna used to say to her. Sarah found the little music box with the ballerina atop it, and opened it. She began pressing various places on the box - and then - finally she pressed the right spot and the secret panel sprung open and the small silver case came came into view.

At that moment, however, Anna had managed to crawl over to the nearby footstool and open it's lid. There was a black revolver inside it, underneath the false panel. How had she known it was there? Anna didn't stop to question that fact at the moment - she took aim and fired into the center of Sarah Patterson's back.

As the woman fell, Anna saw the small silver case go flying out of her hand to the floor!

Halla Basin

Then an thermonuclear bomb exploded inside the core of the Earth and ripped the crust into continent-sized fragments which slowly drifted out into space. The oceans, the atmosphere, and all life were unceremoniously ripped from the wayward bodies and pulled towards the exposed mantle where they were scorched and boiled beyond recognition.

Tenpercent

To those interested in seriously contributing to the storyline, ignore all posts in this thread by Halla Basin.

The first one should have been ignored - it is obvious this poster has no interest in contributing to the storyline.

Please ignore all posts in the thread by this person.

knockane_ali09

anna began to feel really sick the room was spinning and she had a trobbing pain in her head she could almost reach the silver case... she had neveropened it all she knew was that there was something really important in it she used to know what is was... she used to have a great memory but the she had the accident and she forgot......

anna reached out and grabbed the silver case something in the back of her head was telling her to protect it... she was trying not to move she kwew she had a fist aid kit in the hall all she had to do was crawl out there not a long distance at all.....

saraah was hurt and in pain anna didnt seem to recognise her which was strange becasuse up until a month ago anna and her did everything together i sopose thats what They do to you when you do something that they dont like They make you forget

roxychix

anna reached the hall table and fished out the first aid kit. For some strange reason, she seemed to know what to do to fix her injury, yet she had no previous medical knowledge that she knew or remembered of. she knew that if she didnt stop the bleeding she could die and then who would protect that silver box form the likes of Sarah.
From the darkness, she heard Sarah's croaky voice call from the bedroom;" theres no point trying to save yourself. they'll find you, where ever you go".
A bright light now shone through the porch window; a light that seemed to be getting closer and closer. voices becoming clearer and distinct "shes still inside, i heard guns shots. that other stupid bitch better have sorted her out or the boss is going to string us up"............

PurpleBee

then she remembered her actual name was Jason Bourne...