This was originally Day 9 prompt of my 30 Day Writing Challenge. It is far from complete. There are quite a few things I plan on ferreting out of this initial piece. So, I hope you’ll stay tuned over the next few weeks. And by all means, please feel free to leave comments.
Prompt: Write a story that contains the following words: mask, armor, and steal.
Day 1: Select a book at random and use the last sentence of the story as the first line of your new story.
Then he turned back the way he had come walking out of step with the others and headed alone into the city. “It was the perfect time,” he thought. They were so caught up in the events of the day no one noticed he turned on his heels and walked away. Walked away from the only life he had known. “
He found himself in the park sitting on a bench overlooking the statue of Mayor Tammeron, Continue reading →
“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I am led down a long stark white hallway. There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm. I feel like a wishbone. Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of their joints.
“Where are you taking me,” I continue screaming. They keep looking straight ahead and continue walking in silence. I purposely stop walking and fall to the ground like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. They quietly pick me up off the cold floor and continue walking. Continue reading →