Silent tears rolled down my face as I hid in the small dark closet. I heard loud bangs then more screams from outside as a fight went on. Liquid started to seep into the closet and began to stain my once white dress red. After what felt like hours it became quiet, too quiet. Waiting a few more minutes I wipe my tears and slowly stood up and peeked out of the closet. Bodies laid across the living room floor, dark red blood was splattered everywhere. More tears rolled down my cheeks as my eyes landed on the face of my once very beautiful mother, now body coved with blood and wounds.
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Things to make you think (for story beginnings)
RandomJust 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...
