STORY STARTER
Write the opening paragraphs of a story that is not set in this world.
Consider how you will let the reader know where this is set - be it overtly describing the setting, or sublty leaving clues that this world is unfamiliar.
Frost Over
Characters -
Skylar - Main -
Paytonn - Black haired girl -
Lex - Blue haired younger Sister -
Tilly Kane - Wife of Dixon -
Deegan - Guard One -
Callum - Guard Two -
Dixon Kane -
“Get inside!!” The loudspeaker boomed fearfully. Setting in motion the chain of events. Tool’s where quickly tossed aside. All the men and woman started to rush towards the two slowly closing large bay doors.
Eight to ten layers of steel, rolling across the long tracks. Clicking as each piece slammed into place. This wasn’t a drill. Cold air blasted against our backs, looking back I watched the storm in horror. Sweeping across the mines. Over the few space cruiser’s parked outside.
Then I saw them, closest to the largest cruiser. The black haired girl, struggling with her younger blue haired sister. Two men standing ahead on the stairs. A break, in this weather. There was no time, without another thought I sprinted to them. Grabbing the girl only seconds before the frost caught the back of my cloak. Freezing it on impact.
“Are you mad?” One of the men shouted as the climbing staircase clicked closed.
“She got em in jus in time mate. They’d be froze if she’d not charged over” The second man scowled.
“Thanks…” The younger blue haired girl whispered. Her sister on the other hand glared at me with light brown hateful eyes.
“Don’t get any ideas…. I’ve been with them both and they are mine” She hissed, staking her claim at the voices of the two men.
“Oi, sharing is caring” The second one chuckled out but she glared his way instantly.
“Your running?” I mumbled, through rough gasps of air. Chest heaving at how hard I’d already worked my human body, before trying not to die to the storm.
“This storm is the perfect cover” The first one shot back cockily.
“You’d think that. Bozo’s” I huffed again, the black haired girl still skewering me with her eyes. “Might have been better to get a piolet. Instead of two holders”
“Who yew calling a bozo?” The second man hissed.
“There are a handful of anti-aircraft lasers pointed to the sky at all times. Even some floating above the atmosphere. Orbital cannons as well.” I grumbled, lifting my arms up to try and retain more oxygen. “That’s why nobody gets away…. Everyone dies here”
“Them’s is just fear stories. Them guys tell yall to keep you quiet.” The second man said as the first started to pace.
“How long have you two been on planet?” I asked, knowing it probably hadn’t been but a week or two.
“We arrived last week from Atmos if you must know” The first sighed and the black haired girl gasped.
“You told me you’d both been here for a few years. That you could find us a way off planet” Her face turned from angry at me to slightly more annoyed at them.
“On planet since two years ago”
“Atmos is a big starlight station” I added in, finially finding enough air to breathe. “They were in training on there”
Now the black haired girl buried her face in her hands. “I just killed her and I both” She cried out.
“No. We promise we can fly this” The first man, much younger then expected stepped into the holding cabin.
Blonde hair falling above his eyes. Yet shaved down all around his ears and neck. Eyes a light blue glued to the girl, a hand reaching for her.
“Green’s as the lifers call them. Do this all the time to the pretty inmates. Try and get their dick wet promising them freedom. Their is no freedom once your on New Alaska” A voice called from nowhere but somehow next to me.
I jumped, sweeping my feet towards where it legs should be. Wrong move, my shins collided with steel boots and the cloaking fell. A massive Goliath of a man stood dressed in all black. His face cut from his left temple down to his upper lip, scared horribly. One of those lifers.
“Lay your weapons down before he wets you up” A female voice called from the other side. Clearly not playing as Dixon grabbed at his waist.
“No please. No trouble” The first guard tossed his shock stick onto the ground in seconds.
“Oi. I ain’t gettin wetted up neither” Another black stun baton clattered to the floor at the bottom of the steps.
“Dixion and Tilly.” I mumbled to myself with a deep breathe.
The man turned and gave me a cocky smile. “These morons been blowing her back out in the lifers stairwell. Didn’t take much to get access.” With a kick the stun batons sat at the girls feet. “Don’t get no ideas. We can get us off this rock”
“Yeah. Unlike them I got the flight codes and a transport destination. Sadly our pilot didn’t make it out in time.” Dixion added in to his wife’s tyrant.
“I can fly… “ Everyone turned to me, Tilly cocked a hand on her curvy hip.