Story contests
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Thread Topic: Story contests
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Ok I don't have enough time to create a new story with school and everything. So I'm just going to do the prologue of a story that I'm working on.
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Gaynor woke up to the smell of smoke and screaming. She got out of bed as quickly as possible, got dressed in a small cotton shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, all being too big to fit her eight-year-old body, excluding the footwear. She walked out of her bedroom and started choking on smoke. She looked around. There were flames crawling up the walls around her. She looked in every room on the upper floor for her parents or brothers, but they weren’t there. She ran down the stairs and was met with a wave of intense heat. This was where the fire was the worst.
She saw the front door and ran for it. She tumbled out of the house and appreciated the cool night air. Her oldest brother, a teenager now, caught her before she hit the ground and hugged her like she was the last thing he ever wanted to lose. Her parents and other brother did the same after him.
Gaynor let go of them and looked around. There were other houses on fire, and people were running away from armed men. Everything she saw was being demolished and killed. Everything she loved and hated was being destroyed.
Suddenly a large figure loomed over the family. Gaynor screamed. Her father yelled for them to run. She and her brothers didn’t need telling twice. Gaynor looked behind her and stopped running. She saw her mother frozen with fear and the man about to strike. Her father got in front of her to protect her, and the man stuck his sword into her father’s heart. Then the man turned to her mother. Her mother was suddenly able to run, and she did. But not fast enough, as the man soon overtook her and struck her down.
Gaynor looked at the face of the man and embedded it in her memory forever. She couldn’t bear the sight of her dead parents anymore, so she turned around and ran. She could barely see her brothers in the distance through the flames and smoke.
Her other older brother turned around and saw her. He ran towards her to take her with them. But there was too much chaos, and Gaynor got pushed down by a small group that was trying to run away. She got up off of the ground and looked for her brother, but she couldn’t see him anywhere. Everywhere she turned she saw someone she knew getting killed. She couldn’t bear it. She started running again before the men noticed her.
She managed to get out of the town. She sprinted into the forest and climbed a tree. After she sat on a branch, she figured that that wasn’t the best idea considering her town was on fire, but she was in too much shock to move. She looked out at the town, and felt like a little scaredy-cat, except this feeling was more intense.
She suddenly remembered a story her father had told her. Where the good man, the one that the story was always talking about, didn’t give up fighting even though he had everything to lose. Her father had said that that man was brave. Not a he called it a coward. Not a coward.
That’s what she felt like, a coward. She knew she should be trying to help. But what could an eight-year-old girl do against fully grown killers? Now she felt selfish because she was here in the forest, alive, while everyone else was either already dead, or being killed.
She couldn’t fall asleep. She watched the fires die down to smoldering heaps of ash. By then it was nearly dawn, and the first rays of light were peaking over the horizon like a hand trying to reach for the sky. She saw the man who had killed her family stand in the middle of the demolished town, watching his men search the remains for survivors. He was probably the leader of the group.
When they were done, they got onto their horses and rode away. The leader led his horse a little towards the deserted town as if reveling in his victory. Then he turned around and rode towards the others.
When Gaynor couldn’t hear or see them anymore, she slowly climbed down the tree and went to the edge of the wiped out town, her heart pounding in her chest. There was nothing save for the ruins of a once-great town. Not great to others, but great to her.
“I will find you,” she whispered to herself. “When I’m old enough. I will find you, and I will kill you.” -
WOW!!!!!!!
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^That's the prologue to Revenge for the Raids
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Late post
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Ack GTQ formatted that one line so badly
*Not a . . . he called it a coward. -
It's so bad. It's supposed to make you feel scared and angry, but instead, it's so calm sounding.
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tats like me
you see everything that was messed up after you post it -
Well I haven't looked at this in a few months.
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I like the name revenge for the raids!
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Tat thats true it still really good tho
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Also, the story you enter must have a title.
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I said what it was. The Prologue to Revenge for the Raids
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I know. Just that is so anybody else knows.
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Oh ok
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