He walked in front of the pass and tried to enter the threshold. He had the feeling that it was his time. He took a slow step forward, trying to see if anything will happen before he entered entirely. Nothing.
He crossed the border that was separating himself and the other side, and he felt a jolt surge through his body.
What was that?
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Hello fellow Creative Writers!
Do you have difficulty in finishing an idea in your head that you wanted in writing? Ever had the desire to write a novel, but didn’t have the motivation to complete it?
Although this post is a little late, I would like to make it known for people that haven’t heard of NaNoWriMo.
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It was indescribable. The unhindered shock that was displayed all over his face. Trying to decide which emotion was most overpowering at that moment; excitement, relief, anger. It was not going to be revealed, because once he processed the information, he concealed himself and remained impassive as he usually was. He just turned around and left. Not saying a word.
Why do you think this guy is so furious? Any ideas?
Why not write the continuous of the story on your blog and share the link on the comment section below so we can read it.
Seventeen Years Ago
It was in the middle of the night when it happened. The wind was blowing very lightly, just moving the leaves of the trees.
The moon was not out that night. Every single thing was covered in pure darkness, blinding everyone, their eyes could not adjust to it. They had to carry torches to manage to lurk around the streets. But if they got caught, there was no turning back. They would be dead by the time help came on the way.
“Jake, make sure you don’t do anything stupid. You got that?” The man’s whisper was as loud as the wind. He had to nudge Jake’s arm so he could understand what the man was saying to him. Then again, before they could go out into the streets, he had repeated himself ten thousand times. “And make sure you feel where you are going or else you could trip on something and make noise that will wake the neighborhood up.”
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The wind blew the sand into many directions like 100 typhoons were in the atmosphere, making the road all the more difficult to see. It was as if it was quiet and peaceful, although the roar of the sand said otherwise. It was whipping the human skin so painfully making them get scraped by the small particles. But that harshness the sand had didn’t have any effect on the two people who were standing in the middle of nowhere – one female and the other a male.
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Everything was lost.
The houses, the tall buildings, the roads, everything was dominated by the furious flickers of the burning flames. Women and children screaming and wailing in agony trying to free themselves from the heat. Only two people, covered in black, stood in between the tormenting scene, their smiles visible from afar, and the fire – which illuminated their complexion – made it more clear for all to see.
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