STORY STARTER

Write a story where a misunderstanding leads to bad consequences.

It could be a small part of your story, or the whole plot could depend on it.

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β€œLet’s play together Elizabeth!” A voice echoed across the corridors. Elizabeth, who was in her room, didn’t want to though. She sat stock still in her room on her bed without focusing. The voice spoke again and still, Elizabeth didn’t answer the voice. Then, someone knocked on her door. β€œElizabeth, it’s me, Mary! I’m your sister, you can tell me anything . . .” Mary said. Mary then grabbed an action figure that was left on a vanity table and gave it to Elizabeth. β€œTwigMan.. so what? It’s not like I want to play with action figures again . .” Elizabeth said in a rough tone. Mary began to get worried and hugged Elizabeth tightly. β€œAre you still upset with what’s going on?” She asked looking at Elizabeth. β€œAnd why shouldn’t I be!? They haven’t told me for 6 payed off years! Now their going on a business trip! They told you, why couldn’t they tell me anything!?” Elizabeth snapped furiously. β€œThey knew you wouldn’t like the fact that they were going!! They hid this all just to make you happy Eli!” β€œWell I’m not happy! Don’t expect me to be!” And with that, Elizabeth marched to the end of the corridor where the living room lay. Elizabeth herself started to think about her actions. She didn’t like this new feeling she had caught. She started to cry. She finally got up to look through the mirror. Something odd was behind her. Mary! Mary offered Elizabeth a deal on something which was very serious. β€œWe both go to a place I know Elizabeth.. then, we dare each other! If I win, I can kill you! If you win.. well, I can ask our parents to come back home..” Elizabeth accepted this deal. She had already had enough of Mary. They walk for 3 hours until, they reached a cabin. Mary ushered Elizabeth inside. Once they both were inside the cabin, they turned the lights on and sat on a sofa. β€œSo, who’s going first?” Elizabeth asked Mary with curiosity. β€œMe!” Elizabeth allowed this. β€œTruth or dare Elizabeth!” β€œDare! I’m not afraid of you!” β€œWhat!? No!” But then, Mary herself had now gotten a pocketknife out and stabbed her to death.
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