Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
"It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt..."
Write a story which starts with this line. Consider that your character is speaking in retrospect of the terrifying event; how does this change how you write the story?
Writings
It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt on Halloween night. Timmy locked the door on us in his bedroom and something wasnât quite right.
My stomach turned to knots. I thought this was a joke, but I looked at Sam who trembled from head to toe. I knew then that this was real. Timmy must have snapped when we heard on the news that his brother, Dean had been killed two days ago. The kil...
Dad, I swear this wasnât my plan. You have to believe me. I never meant for Charlieâs door to open when we were driving 60 miles an hour down the highway.
I told you about how I had put all of my stuff near me so that Charlie wouldnât mess with any of it, right? Well, I had my binoculars⌠my broken binoculars (because of Charlie) in between us so that she would have to see what she had done. But ...
âItâs impossible to describe the sheer terror we feltâŚâ no truer words could have been said about that night as I thought back to the events leading up to a night we will never forget.
It was the seventh and final day before we would be heading home in the morning. We decided to dedicate the day to fun not that the previous days werenât fun but we were going to attempt to top them. It was hot out...
âIt is impossible to discribe the sheer terror we felt, though I suppose I will have to try.â Juila subconsciously twisting sheets of strawberry-blonde hair around her fingers, âMe and my brother are victims, to start with.â
I cut her off afraid she say to much, âWe had nothing to do with the murders, expect being hunted down by who ever the real murder was.â
âJacobâs right. We would never, thos...
Itâs impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt. I didnât think weâd make it through the year unscathed, but somehow we did. The world around us had gone to crap and humanity as we knew it would not be the same.
Itâs almost as if the world went dark alongside us. They no longer needed or desired the light. They felt the world had failed them, so they gave up. They allowed their bodies t...
Itâs impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt that night. We walked for hours, tied together with that coarse rope, sticky from the blood it slowly rubbed from our wrists as we ached to either find some kind of comfort or from trying to break free from itâs bind on us. Terror that lasted all night. Going from flight to fight, rinsing and repeating these animalistic impulses so ingrained in ...
It's impossible to describe the sheer terror I felt as we looked into eachother's eyes. Fight or flight had kicked in and for once, I didn't want to fly away. For once, I wanted to stay and let this man in completely. But I couldn't tell if he felt the same.
I smiled and tilted my head, examining the expression on his face and trying to determine if he was as happy to have his arms around me...
âIt was impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt the first time we died. The finality of it allâŚ.it was almost too much to bearâ, the patient- our newest John Doe- murmured. His dark eyes were glossed over, trapped deep within a memory he seemed to be reliving over and over again in his mind.
I cleared my throat and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, unsure of how to break him f...
âItâs impossible to describe the sheer horror we felt⌠all I can do is tryâ Tori said glancing over at Keisha.
âThere is a chance you wonât even believe us, Markâ, Keisha chimes in.
Tori and Keisha held each other then both sat in front of the fire place. Mark walked over calmly and sat across from the two women. He noticed how they both looked like they have been through hell. Tori has light sk...
It is impossible to describe the sheer terror we feltâŚ
Someone was shooting at us
We kept running and running but no matter how fast we ran we didnât run fast enough
I turned around to see John laying on the floor blood gushing out
Heâs dead
I keep running trying to get away, I ran so far that I couldnât hear the gun shots anymore....