STORY STARTER

In a densely overcrowded world where physical contact is almost constant, your main character finds space to be alone.

You could include this scene in a story, write a poem about how the character feels, or feature this idea as a smaller part of a broader story.

Just Me

I just want to have space me and people to leave me alone. Is that to much to ask for? So do some digging in history and find out that our house as a old bomb shelter.

That night I sneak out to work on the bomb shelter hideout. Then I realize that not even my best friend can know about my new hideout. That last time I told her almost instantaneously people flooded my treehouse. I shake off the sadness, grab my toolbox and climb out the window. The bomb shelter is hidden in the foliage at the edge of the woods. As I look at the rotting, wooden, misshapen door below me I realize that the only reason that this hasn’t been found is because the door blends in so well with the foliage that people most likely thought that it was part of the woods. I sighed as I realized that the door was going to need to be replaced and probably most of the stuff inside. I braced myself for the inside the bomb shelter and stepped inside. I gasped. I was standing in a twenty square foot room that was an artists dreamland. There was a pile of fabric in the corner that would be enough for a hammock and a hanging shelf. Against the wall there’s a table in okay condition that can be used fora crafting table but I will need to touch it up first. I noticed several indents in the wall and immediately thought that I can use them for food and sewing storage. There was moss and such everywhere and it was dusty but it was a great space. I sighed. This place would do just fine.

One Month Later.

I looked around my haven. There had been enough fabric for me to make a hammock and a pillow for naps and it was way more comfortable than I had been imagining. The tool bench had been touched up and reinforced with all my tools laid out neatly on the surface. I had put all sorts of nonperishable goodies in the wall crevices and the moss had been swept up and put in a pile in the corner. I found a family of mice on the moss and couldn’t bring myself to move them so I moved there home instead. I loved my new haven and I couldn’t wait to start hanging out in here.

“Eliza?” A voice asked from above the newly replaced door. I gasped.

“Who is it?” I demanded.

“It’s dad” the voice replied.

“Dad please don’t get me in trouble I just wanted my own private place so I found the old bomb shelter and fixed it up. Oh please don’t get me in trouble with mom. She’ll kill me!”

“Don’t worry I have no plans to get you killed. But my only condition is that you let me have the second room for me.”

I laughed. Looks like I had my own space after all.

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