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Before, I thought I knew who I was until I met him. Black hair, black eyes as deep as bottomless pits, swallowing you into complete darkness. Before I was strong, confident, talented. Until he showed me. Until he taught me how. Until he told me the truth. Then. I . Broke. Hard.
Now, I am weak and I will stop at nothing to break away. To be free and regain everything that was taken away from me.
The sky is blue. Spotless. Not a cloud in the sky. The grass is wet, damp as I lay on it. The doors to the building open. He walks out. His takes long strides, so he reaches me quickly. He’s fully dressed in a full body armor suit. Initiation again. They’ve been running tests again. He lays down next to me. He slides his hand so that our hands are almost touching. Almost. I pull my hand away. Though, I don’t want too. I want to take his hand in mine and feels the heat flow into me. But I don’t. It’s so cold, I can see the puffs of his breath out of the corner of my eye. He turns his head to look at me. His dark eyes fix on to me like he’s studying as I’m his prey. “Hey.” he says. I don’t say anything back to him. He’s still looking at me, waiting for an answer. I don’t feel like talking, so I get up and go back inside. He follows me then reaches for my arm. I yank it away from his grasp, but he still follows me.
Now, I am weak and I will stop at nothing to break away. To be free and regain everything that was taken away from me.
The sky is blue. Spotless. Not a cloud in the sky. The grass is wet, damp as I lay on it. The doors to the building open. He walks out. His takes long strides, so he reaches me quickly. He’s fully dressed in a full body armor suit. Initiation again. They’ve been running tests again. He lays down next to me. He slides his hand so that our hands are almost touching. Almost. I pull my hand away. Though, I don’t want too. I want to take his hand in mine and feels the heat flow into me. But I don’t. It’s so cold, I can see the puffs of his breath out of the corner of my eye. He turns his head to look at me. His dark eyes fix on to me like he’s studying as I’m his prey. “Hey.” he says. I don’t say anything back to him. He’s still looking at me, waiting for an answer. I don’t feel like talking, so I get up and go back inside. He follows me then reaches for my arm. I yank it away from his grasp, but he still follows me.
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Basically all you have to do is enter a story starter, something interesting to make the reader want to read further. I hope that many people will enter this contest and at the end we will vote unless no one enters (Has to be more than 10 people) Have fun and be creative!
IMPORTANT! I will not accept any late work (Dang, I sound like a teacher) But I won't the deadline is November 10. Thank you and have fun!