How To Make A Choose Your Own Adventure Novels & Stories

Flipping it open, I discover the insides of the book are carved out and glued together to create a compartment inside where sits a small dark key. I suddenly feel like I'm stuck in one of those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books I devoured as a kid. What does this key fit? Should I take it? Of course I'm taking it. Curiosity isn't killing this cat… hopefully. Where should I look for the lock it fits? New mission: figure out what this key unlocks.

No seeds here, but she had words. “The Book!” June cracked open her blank Golden Book. “Dante, give me your hand. We’re writing our own way out!” She bit her finger. Blood welled up and she used it as ink. Not a recipe for bread—a recipe for Escape. INGREDIENTS: Two souls who refuse to be deleted. One mountain of forgotten dreams. As her blood hit the page, the paper mountain rumbled. Books shot into the air, stacking together, spinning into a staircase that soared up to the vent.

He goes to the bedside table to pick up a pen and book. “You’ll see after we play this game.” He starts to scribble something on the book before giving me the rules of the game. “You have options A & B. Just pick any of the letters at random, the place or city that falls under the letter is where we go, are we good?” Okay, now I’m interested, in “DEAL”! “So it’s time to pick, A or B?” He questioned giving me time to think as I was contemplating on which to pick hoping to not pick an answer I wouldn't like.

“I want to believe that. I really do. But believing means opening the door to getting wrecked.” We drove in silence for a few moments. Then he said, “You ever read those choose-your-own-adventure books?” I frowned. “Uh. Yeah? When I was ten.” “Well, this is one of those moments. You’re on a page that says ‘Turn to 78 if you keep running, turn to 122 if you go knock on that door.’ The thing is, only one of those paths gets you to the happy ending. But you don’t get to read ahead.”

He side eyes me. “The Firsts?” He nods. “The first Alpha and the first Beta. The story goes a young man, desperate to find food for his tribe, hunted for days. Traveled for miles. The winter had been horrible. After giving up, he turned back to head home, but a winter storm hit. Fighting the ice and snow, he pushed against the winds. As he stepped through the snow, he fell. Fell into a cavern, falling into water below. In the cavern, a creature gave the boy a choice. To die frozen in the water, or become an animal so powerful, his people would never starve again.

Tiffany knew she couldn't stay, she had to get out, far away, even if she had nowhere to go. For the next few moments, she formulated a plan. She would pack a small bag with essentials and leave a brief note for her parents, something vague that wouldn't raise immediate alarm or worry. Her hands trembled as she wrote, her tears smudging the ink. Later that night, after dinner and when everyone had gone to bed, Tiffany sneaked out of her room, with her packed bag and the note in her hand. She gazed around the room, tears blurring her vision, not wanting to stay any longer, so her parents wouldn't wake up on her. She dropped the note on the dining table, using a flower vase to assist it, so it

“Tessa, just listen—” “I SAID LEAVE!!” I roared back, and instantly her image in the mirror vanished, and my reflection took its place. Eyes blazing with resolve and fists balled with determination. I got into the shower and took a bath. I cleaned myself up and stepped outside. The four maids were still there. “Let’s begin.” I gave the green light. I have decided to take on a more strategic route in my means for escape. Information was the first thing I needed to gather in order to bag success.

“You have to do the keg stand. It’s a party must.” “I-uh—” There’s no room to finish that sentence because Adam is leading me over to the keg in the corner. I’m not afraid. Maybe a little afraid of wandering off away from Paisley, who looks pissed. But not of a keg stand. I’ve never actually done one before but I figure, how hard could it be? “Get her up there!” Before I have a chance to think I’m being lifted off my feet. My hands brace the handles on top of the keg and a nozzle is thrust between my lips. Liquid begins to flow inside and people start to count.

none of it meant a thing when money was involved! Then Kevin leaned in, his voice dripping with mockery. "You have good taste, though. She's a lot of fun in bed." I couldn't take it anymore. With a flash of rage, I threw a punch at him. "You brat!" My father, furious, kicked me hard in the knee, and Giselle rushed over to scratch my face wildly. I tried to dodge, but instead, I tripped over a mannequin and fell straight into a puddle of water.

Your mother and I do very much. I hope you know that everything I do is for your own sake. We love you too much to mislead you. That’s why I have a little proposal for you, honey. I want you to begin an adventure, you’ll understand why soon enough but in the meantime, just do whatever I tell you to. Inside this envelope is the key to one of my houses. The address is written in a paper inside the envelope. I want you to go to this house 2 weeks after you receive this letter, you’ll find the remaining clue for this adventure there.