A Story

I'll write a paragraph, you write a paragraph, and we'll see where our imaginations take us...

The boy sat alone in a log cabin. Outside, the woods were covered in snow, as picturesque as any postcard he had ever seen. But inside, all he had to keep him company was a pen, paper, and a warm fire. He hadn't eaten in 36 hours, but this was not something that he was conscious of. He had tried to sleep, but that didn't work either. Mostly, he had been sitting, occassionally trying to write. There was so much that had happened, so much to tell, but all the events that had led him here were still a blur. "What had started it all?" he wondered. So, while his mind was blank, and his stomach empty, he chose to just wait. "It couldn't be much longer now," he thought.