There was a hole in front of me in which below was (Place). The sides of the drop had been plastered with black and yellow stripy tape and the fall seemed endless. The bottom (of what I could see) had been smeared in mist and fog leading into the vast pit below me. I felt as if to jump down which would have been stupid, so I had asked (Character 1) to come bail me out in the corridors of rust and bone. I was surrounded by desert, too far for me to see out of. Tumbleweed swept round my feet as I felt the bristles scratch my ankles leaving pale white marks, barely visible through the light sandstorm pricking my cheeks. (Character 1) was cowering over at the edge of the hollow, chewing on his bottom lip whilst peering down before his feet.
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Story Ideas
Randoma few story ideas, straight from my heart to yours! some of these are from books ive written, and some i made up. enjoy, and have a nice day! also this is my first publish...so please no hate. Thank you! i appreiciate you!
