Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Write a short story that includes a completely unexpected character.
Although the character may be unexpected, their part in the story still has to make sense!
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Chapter 12: Golden dance
Tears streamed down her face as she looked around, seeing Gabriella’s face everywhere she looked. The world began to spin, she knew this was the end for her. She reached out catching a hand in hers.
It was splintered and rough, she looked up, at George. “Do it then, finish me!” Elizabeth cried, tears streaming down her face as she surrendered.
“I just wanted to be lo...
Chapter 11: Consumed by Darkness
“Well, if it's a fight you want then come at me brother,” spat Elizabeth.
With a signal from George, his men sprang into action. Oscar, the master of disguise, vanished into the shadows, ready to strike from the darkness. Kyran, the sharpshooter, aimed at a high vantage point, his rifle trained on Elizabeth. Kiyan, the tech genius, began hacking into the factor...
Chapter 11: Consumed by Darkness
“Well if it's a fight you want then come at me brother,” spat Elizabeth.
With a signal from George, his men sprang into action. Oscar, the master of disguise, vanished into the shadows, ready to strike from the darkness. Kyran, the sharpshooter, aimed at a high vantage point, his rifle trained on Elizabeth. Kiyan, the tech genius, began hacking into the factory...
Chapter 10: The Descent
The factory loomed before Elizabeth, its rusted gates a silent testament to its abandonment. The early morning light struggled to pierce through the thick clouds, casting the structure in a grim, foreboding shadow. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her senses heightened, every nerve on edge.
She approached cautiously, using the dense fog as cover. As she neared the perimete...
Chapter 8: Alone in the Shadows
The alleyway was cloaked in darkness as George vanished into the night, leaving Elizabeth kneeling beside Gabriella's lifeless body. she clutched Gabriella's hand, her heart heavy with grief and loss.
The world seemed to fade away as Elizabeth's senses dulled, consumed by the overwhelming weight of sorrow. She felt as though she were adrift in a sea of darkness,...
Chapter 6: The Great Escape
In the cold confines of their makeshift cell, Gabriella and Elizabeth sat in silence, their minds racing with thoughts of escape. The room was small and dimly lit, the only window barred and out of reach. But they refused to be defeated. They were spies, trained to overcome the odds, and they would find a way out no matter what.
"We need to find a weakness," Gabriel...
Chapter 4: Trapped in the Web
Gabriella and Elizabeth retreated from the warehouse, their minds racing with the information they had gleaned from their encounter with Oscar. Though they had managed to capture him, their interrogation had yielded little in the way of concrete leads on George's whereabouts.
"We need to regroup," Elizabeth assured, her voice tinged with frustration as they made t...
Chapter 2 - Gathering Intel
The sun had barely begun its ascent when Elizabeth and Gabriella slipped out of their cramped apartment, the city still draped in the hazy tendrils of dawn. They moved with purpose through the labyrinth of streets, their footsteps echoing in the empty alleys as they made their way to their rendezvous point. The smell of gas and burnt rubber filled their lungs, nobody ...
(I thought I would get people’s opinion on my books so this is part one of it- chapter one)
Chapter 1 - The Assignment
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In a small, cluttered room suffused with the soft glow of a single desk lamp, Elizabeth sat hunched over her notebook, her mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. Beyond the dusty window, the city's heartbeat echoed in the night, oblivious to the impending storm brewing in its ...
Every day they chain us hand and foot and lead us out to the graveyard. We walk in time and hum to ourselves in rhythm, to keep ourselves sane, and to distract ourselves from our work.
It’s our friends and family we’re burying. Our race has been utterly conquered and the dead outnumber the living. We have only shovels, and the graves are dug to prevent or slow the spread of disease.
The jailers ...