Using these three words, explain in first person why your character had to run away from their hometown.
It’s my fault.
It’s my fault.
It’s My Fault.
IT’S MY FAULT.
IT’S MY FAULT!
That’s all i can think, all i can say, all i can scream into the ash filled air. Things were finally changing. Things were getting be better. But I couldn’t handle that apparently. Good wasn’t Great enough for me.
I needed more.
I ALWAYS need more.
Tears choke my windpipe making it impossible. The air is th...
They wouldn’t change. No matter how much I pleaded and begged they wouldn’t leave their toxic cycle. They wouldn’t leave their trail of blood. I always felt like an outsider. The one person who didn’t belong in this town.
And now here I am feeling just like a lured in tourist. Like them, this town has left me out of breath. But not because my life is ceasing no, it’s about to start anew. I’m sca...
I had to get away. I needed a change of scenery. Everything is so much different now. Nothing was the same after the fire. It was an accident, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I never thought it could happen to us. I jhad ust left a candle lit while I went to the store, I never expected it to start a fire. I never thought the fire would cause so much destruction. The fire burned down the whole house ...
I had been living in the Simple little town of Windale my whole life. Thirty-two years to be exact. I never thought I would ever leave, let alone be forced out. They told me it was all my fault. I guess I owe it all to the change. It’s not my fault I fell in love with a vampire.
It’s something I never thought would happen to me. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would ever find l...
She ran. She ran as far as her bare feet could carry her. And still, it was not far away enough to escape the pain that raged inside her.
What had she done? What had she done?
She paused to catch her breath as she leant on the corner of the rock face, not knowing what was around the corner. Not caring.
She had escaped to the canyon, where the giant orange rocks reached for the blue skies above,...
Bean lived as a slave among others. She didn’t have a name and was more of an experiment and a servant than anything else. Her body consisted of angels and demons. Since Nephalems are a hunted species, this only intrigued her master more. It took many generations but eventually, he bred Bean, the perfect combination of angel and demon biologically. From here on, he performed tests, had her per...
"I had to get out of there. No, you don't understand. I HAD to get out of there.
Arrowdale wasn't the same. It changed. It changed so much since the fire.
I didn't know why. But I was the only one immune to it. It seemed like no one else realized it had changed at all. That it didn't even resemble the Arrowdale I knew.
Maybe it was grief. At all the souls lost in that dreadful inferno. Maybe i...
I can't stay here, no matter how much I want to. The change in this city is making it hard to live here anymore. None of us natives want to say. Not after what these leaders are doing to it. I have to laugh using the word leaders. They are anything but, showing they don't care about our lives. They're treating us as prisoners and we have to leave before it's too late.
Their new laws, stupid ...
All I did was light a match. I was sick and tired of their bullshit - sick and tired of them acting like they were better than everyone. I needed to smoke some weed. I snuck outside while they did their best to impress the guests who were just as fucked up as they were. If they knew that I smoked weed they’d have disowned me immediately. It was all about maintaining appearances with them. They we...
The world has changed
And with change comes resistance.
When She died
He couldn’t handle
The sudden change
And so everything changed.
He would spit fire,
His words were fire
The fire would touch my face
and gift me tears
And the flames would rise
And burn my dreams
And reduce my hopes to
When she left
We both grieved
Of course we grieved
How couldn’t we grie...
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