I was running, running through nothing but black. I couldn't see anything but I knew if I stopped running something bad would happen, so I kept on running even when my legs began to burn like they were being roasted in a hot burning fire. Something scratched at my arms and legs as I made a turn, I could feel my blood start to flow down my arms and legs and drop on to the ground.
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Things to make you think (for story beginnings)
DiversosJust some ideas for beginnings or just to get you thinking, some are good, some are bad, some idk. if you end up using any of them feel free to send me the title of the story it's in, I'll check it out. I hope you like them, most of the time I write...
