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The Stranger
Write a story or poem with this as the title
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Rose is sixteen.
Three whole years older than her sister when she went missing.
Her sister at the age of thirteen disappeared in the night like a magician. An eight year old Rose thought it was a trick. That Thorn would poof right back in her room like it never happened.
But it wasn’t a magic trick.
And she never came back.
Everyone says it was a Stranger that took her sister. Maybe her ...
**_I was what you_** would call a normal average joe.
Nothing special about me at all.
I was blunt, had an all around flat personality, and in a group of friends who were the average of highschool. I was blocky with the average size, a boy who wasn’t skinny or fat, just large. An African-American with a shaved head and a freckle in my eye and on my top lip.
I lived with my grandparents and the...
The Stranger had snuck into your room in the dead of night, slipping between the window gap you had left cracked open to let in the cool night air. They had appeared like a shadowy blip in the colorfulness of your tiny room.
The Stranger was a swath of particles embedded in the physical world, like a deformation or blemish in the perfect simulation of time and space. They were neither visible nor...
She stood on the open observatory deck. The one hundred and first floor, utterly shrouded in a warm, wet blanket of cloud. There was nothing to see apart from a diffuse glow of indigo light from the tower’s liberty lamp, which showed a different colour each night.
The man had not appeared. It was a quarter past six. He said he would meet her here. Perhaps he was simply delayed. Was it the wrong d...
*Continuation of "It's Just Better This Way"*
Waking up feeling as though I've been in a terrible car crash, I couldn't help noticing how awful today's already started. I rolled away from the bright sun peaking through my windows, not before clutching at my aching head. Something had to be wrong. I never felt this awful before, and oddly, I didn't feel like myself. That was the first time I felt ...
I don’t know who I am anymore,
I’m just a stranger.
I look at the mirror but I don’t know who’s standing there.
I’m a stranger and I don’t know how to fix this.
Will me changing my personality help?
I don’t know...
I’m just a stranger and I can’t find the real me...
I tried everything I could do but nothing helped.
I’m just a stranger and I can’t fix it. ...
L. I first saw you as a stranger. You didn’t know me and I didn’t know you. I wasn’t going to talk and you weren’t going to talk.
O. Then a accident caused us to talk. We were still strangers. But we talked more and more and more. I wanted to leave but you wanted me to stay.
V. I believed that you were my friend. But you weren’t. I trusted you with my secrets. I started to feel something...
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STORY STARTER
"He watches from afar. What shall we do about him?"
With this is as the first line, continue the story.