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"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?
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“It’s impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt…” 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 weren’t fun but we were going to attempt to top them. It was hot out...
“It is impossible to discribe the sheer terror we felt, though I suppose I will have to try.” Juila subconsciously twisting sheets of strawberry-blonde hair around her fingers, “Me and my brother are victims, to start with.”
I cut her off afraid she say to much, “We had nothing to do with the murders, expect being hunted down by who ever the real murder was.”
“Jacob’s right. We would never, thos...
It’s impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt. I didn’t think we’d 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.
It’s 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...
It’s 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 it’s 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...
“It was impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt the first time we died. The finality of it all….it was almost too much to bear”, 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...
“It’s impossible to describe the sheer horror we felt… all I can do is try” Tori said glancing over at Keisha.
“There is a chance you won’t even believe us, Mark”, 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 felt…
Someone was shooting at us
We kept running and running but no matter how fast we ran we didn’t run fast enough
I turned around to see John laying on the floor blood gushing out
He’s dead
I keep running trying to get away, I ran so far that I couldn’t hear the gun shots anymore....
(Based off of a scene I have planned for a book I'm working on so it's not exactly what the prompt says, but whatever)
It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt in that moment. The fear running through our veins as we watched one of our own die at the hands of Anastasia. The silver of her knife biting into his throat and being covered in crimson blood in seconds. His body fell to the gr...
"It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt in that make-shift emergency room. Cowering under our elbows every time we heard hissing from above, as if our fragile arms were enough to protect us from the bombs. If we somehow survived the sound of the thunderclap, and opened our eyes once the long roar had hushed, we was met with an onslaught of wounded civilians pouring through the front ...
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