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NOVEL-A-LONG #2: The Intrigue
Hey Prosers! Let’s write a novel! I’ve decided it would be fun to host a series of challenges, each focused on a different step for writing a brand new story. Over the next few months, your story will grow as you process new ideas and be inspired by your fellow writers. We’re in this together! Every two weeks, I will release the next challenge, so try to keep up! Save all your entries and watch them pile up into a fully-fledged novel—written entirely by you! ———— In the first challenge, participants set the stage for their work in a short prologue. Now, add onto that in any way you please, but it must involve a life-changing event.————Newcomers, we want to see your work too! So even if you missed the last challenge, that’s totally okay! PLEASE no graphic sex, nudity, or profanity.

The Shaquile O’Neal of Lying

Cynthia and I looked at each other. Setting the box down and letting the bobbypin fall from my hands, I turned around slowly. I gulped as Cynthia nudged me over.

Fumbling over my words, I struggled to find a good excuse.

"Um... nothing?" I shrugged as a goofy smile unintentionally crept upon my face. The boss's face was expressionless. Beads of sweat went down my face. He walked past me and towards the box.

"Ah, I was looking for this. Where did you find it?" I grimaced.

"We didn't. It's been here the whole time," I replied tentatively. The boss hummed, took the box and made his way out the door. I noticed his eyes drift to where the cast off bobbypin was but he made no mention of it. Once he left, Cynthia and I breathed out a side of relief.

"That was close. "

"Too close," I agreed. Cynthia plucked up the bobbypin and put it away.

"We're lucky that you're the Shaquile O'Neal of lying." I rolled my eyes at Cynthia's remark. I had to admit, she was right. We got lucky. Still, that box left me with more questions than answers. I looked at Cynthia and I could tell that the two of us were in the same train of thought.

"He took it pretty well," I pointed out, "I wonder why." Cynthia shrugged.

"Maybe he didn't want us to think that it was bigger? Did you ever think about that?"

"Yes and I have realized that he has failed in doing so," I retaliated. "And I have a plan to find out what this 'bigger thing' is." Cynthia groaned and put her head in her hands. I turned my head.

"Are you not in?"

"Yes, I'm in," Cynthia replied, "On the condition that you take the fall." Shaking my head, I agreed.