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STORY STARTER
Write a story where the protagonist only speaks at the very end.
The ending may be impactful or comical, this is up to you.
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My heart sometimes aches with longing for you, but I cannot bring myself to express it when I know you do not like me. It hurts when you say you’re unlovable; Tis I who loves you! But I could never say that. It hurts, yes. It hurts.
It hurts when you sit across from me at the table, jokingly shipping me with anyone but yourself. It hurts as we play truth or dare, and I pick dare almost every time ...
“You if I could take it back I would,” Colin said. He shifted in the chair next to my hospital bed. Aunt Cami told me it would be good to talk to him. But she wasn’t the one who had lost her Mom.
“Just say something please,” Colin whispers, I can hear the faintest sound of tears creeping into his voice.
The thing is, I don’t want to say something. If I open my mouth the only words that will come...
I’m not
crazy!
Why do I hear all these voices in my head?
No! I swear I’m not
crazy!
They can’t hear me though,
I’m not talking,
why aren’t I talking?
“You’re not strong enough. They want you gone.”
“Give up. You have no reason to fight, you have no reason to live.”
“They don’t deserve you!” ...
You are in your world.
Imaginary of course.
You can hear prairie birds around you,
You can feel golden grasses splintering and smoothing your feet (bare of course)
It’s slightly cold.
You breath deeply, smelling the morning.
And you see the dips and curve of hills stretching into the distance.
And blue sky.
A girl steps up to you, her feet crunching in the grass. you don’t really know where she c...
I gasp for breath and struggle to stay on my feet as I round the corner, running as fast I can. I’m holding Emily’s hand and gripping it so hard I’m scared I might cut off the blood supply to her fingers. I glance back as I run to make sure she’s ok. There are tears welling up in her precious amber eyes as she struggles to keep up. I want to comfort her, tell her everything will be alright but dee...
Emily ran up to me, her black hair blowing behind her. Everything about her made my heart stop. I gave her a smile as she held her hand out.
“Ty,” she grabbed my hand, the feeling of hers in mine felt so safe. I wanted to stay like this the rest of my life.
“Let’s go!” Her voice was so soft, she spoke quietly, like she was talking to a small scared animal.
She pulled with her, I didn’t even ask...
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Millions of words go unspoken each day, trapped in our throats, swallowed and drowned in the depths of our stomachs. These words become forgotten, lost to the world. Millions of words are forgotten each day.
8,134 lives have been claimed so far today. Though I won't burden you with the details of them all, one thing is certain: these people will fade into nothing. They will be forgotten over time...
“WHAT?” Sarah asked.
“What do you mean what?” I replied. “Did I stutter?”
“No, I heard you clearly, but why!? Why her? You want to marry my pathetic silent of a sister over me!?? She’s never even talked!! How in the world do you expect to raise a family with someone so useless!!?”
“It doesn’t matter that she can’t speak. I love her, and that’s all that matters.”
“But-but SHES ALWAYS BEEN THE G...
Something is lurking and a eerie feeling  crawls up my spine, I try to ignore it looking for excuses to not close my eyes to not succumb to that darkness to not know what’s staring me through it yet my eyelids are heavy, and my lack of sleep is evident I faze in and out of sleep like I exist in the middle , where I don’t know how much time has passed or how much information I have missed. I canno...
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