Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
"Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again."
Create a story beginning with this sentence. Try to develop anticipation and tension around this statement.
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“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again,” Luke whispered, his gaze never leaving the setting sun.
If this was it then maybe it was for the best. If Luke was lost maybe I should let him find his own way home. Maybe he doesn’t want to be found.
“If it’s what you want, then fine,” I said, keeping my gaze on the colorful clouds, the setting sun in the background. If he wanted t...
“Tonight will be our last sunset,” Killian’s lips murmur against mine. “After this, you’ll never see me again.”
I bury my head in his neck and cradle his arms in mine to hide the hot, fat tears rolling down my face. “I don’t understand why you have to go. We… we could still have it all. You know…” I sniff, stopping snot from dripping into my mouth. “The w-white picket fence, and the big house, an...
“Alexander, come back to sleep.” Eliza appeared in Alexander’s office, emerging from a shadow.
“I have an early meeting out of town.” He replied.
“It’s still dark outside.” She walked towards him
“I know. I just need to write something down.”
“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?” She asked, putting her arms on his shoulders. “Come back to bed, that would be enough.”
“Shh....
“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again.”
“Oh my god, you are so dramatic, you know that?” Bubbly laughter escaped my throat as I began pushing each of my cuticles back with my thumbnail.
Alec hovered above both me and the table as I kept my focus solely on my nails. The clanging of the bell set atop the door broke my concentration, as my next joke was interrupted my vario...
“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again,” she says softly. I see her eyes start to water, mine do the same.
We stand on the sand, staring into the vast horizon.
“Please don’t leave.” I whisper, stroking her hair.
“I’m sorry, my love. I have to. Your life is on the line as long as I’m around. I’m doing this to protect you, I couldn’t bear to see you die because of me.”
“I’d r...
"Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again. Or the night." he whispers in her ear as the sun dips behind the horizon.
A chill rushes through her body. Never seeing the stars or moon again? How could that be? It should be impossible. But she knows him, and she knows nothing is impossible for him, especially pertaining to the night.
As the night surrounds her, she feels his pr...
“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again.” The strange ethereal inky cloud of smoke said in an echoey underwater voice.
“What? Why do you say that? Why are you always so dramatic?” The small unusual girl sitting next to it asked, almost flippant, trying to hide her concern. Her white hair shone gold in the sunset, her large pupil-less eyes reflected pearlescent. Her desert t...
“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again.”
The words were barely a whisper, yet I hear them echo through my mind like a shout of warning.
I will never see him again, I repeat in my head.
My eyes drift shut, the scenery in front of me fading to black. I can still imagine the ghost of his being standing by my side where he said those words.
“That is, of course, if everyth...
"Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again."
His voice was calm, but the words shifted unrest within my chest. The grass beneith me grew corse and I felt nothing but the longing caress of the comfort I had been bathed in. The urge to up and run towards this last sunset grew almost as unbearable as the knowledge it was true. But not surprising.
"Why tonight?" I asked, my eyes f...
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