Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by Aaron G. Wolfe
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out.
Continue the story using the prompt as the first line
Writings
Firsthand Beef
*Disclaimer*
So this is going to be the first chapter of a little drama idea that I had about a server I play in 5m. GTA role play. All the characters are going to be based off other players and my own characters will be added in as well. Hope you enjoy this. The disclaimer was really to let everyone know that I do not own the rights to the SOA MC and it is purely for fun fan/fiction and rp conte...
Don’t close your eyes
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. As the shadowy figure started slithering towards him, the room began to fill with incessant humming sounds.
He closed his eyes and kept thinking that he was imagining it all. But as he reopened his eyes, he was startled to find the glowing red eyes just five feet away from where he stood. At that moment, he was frozen with horror. “Move you id...
The dangerous veauty
She was a beauty, with a heart of stone
I got addicted to her, and then she just disappeared.
But here she is again, with no mercy for me.
It’s like I’m her prisoner, never to be free of her.
I chock on my words around, still has the same affect.
This beauty is a danger, that everyone should run from.
She’s not someone you want to screw over.
Run... run while you can, because if she sees yo...
Lost time.
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out.
A bony hand merely pointed back at him, the face unseen and silent.
“Me? But... but I’m not ready!” The hooded figure merely nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. Sam looked at him in horror. It had finally caught up with him, his life. Now he was going out in a blaze of unglory, and he realised just how little he had truly tried in life. ...
Weighted silence
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. The words dragged from the lips of a man finally dropping his facade, hanging in the stale air: naked and vulnerable. The monologue of bitter hatred fleeted away. Instead in that moment I saw him for what he was: a dying man. All I could do was hold his paper-thin hand in mine.
“Because I forgive you.” The phrase coming from my own lips was fore...