English Writing Ideas

Fictional Stories 3

Plot 3:

(Idea/Concept): Involves three characters: a fallen noble (F), a rogue archer (F), and a "young" boy (M).

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2. archer finds noble on side of the road, with major wounds. archer attempts to bring noble to capital; noble tries to run away from archer, thinking archer is one of the bad guys out to kill her. noble ends up getting lost in the city and then collapses due to her untreated wounds (blood loss)

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15. Noble and archer are knocked out; little boy kidnaps archer; noble left alone and stranded and confused. beginning/prelude to...?

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I long to be free of these atrocious chains that bind me to the past. I long for the warm sunlight that envelopes all. I long for a past that I can never return to though...

I remember everything, from the beginning to the end. These images are forever to be imprinted in my mind-- faint murmurs of joyful memories echo through my mind, yet only few can comfort me. What I have seen will never be erased. I can not forget him...nor her. I can't forget her...

No...

I mustn't forget her.

Her smiles, her laughs, her playful yet kind nature, her gentle and motherly tone, her scarlet hair, her eyes that were full of so many mysterious...

I know though...each day she quietly slips away from my mind...and slowly, I lose her.

My memories. No. Our memories. Our dearest memories. They escape my mind without sound, leaving my memory hazy.

And now, I'm just a lonely, forgotten, desperate, pitiful person.

I am...

...Who am I again?

It's been so long since I have said my name.

My name is...

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"Hey! Stay with me!"

"Oi! Oi! Oi! Don't you dare fall asleep on me!"

"Hey! Hey! Stay with me! We're almost there!"

I opened my eyes, as a flood of colors and a bright light hit my face. I flinched, jolting my head back a bit. Suddenly, pain seared through my body as my limbs became numb and my head began to feel dizzy.

"W-Where...am I..." I tried to get up, but more pain shot through me, this time near my abdomen. I rolled over to the side and curled up, clutching my sides as I cried out. Then I felt a sticky substance on my finger.

Gently, I laid my hand on my side. Then I brought my hand up to where I could see it as delicately as I could.

On my hand was a red, sticky substance. And then I remembered what had happened hours earlier.

I was being chased by assassins sent by the royal family of the Eastern Continent. I was the only one left alive from that attack that had split me from all my loved ones that day. Yet I had only escaped by pure luck. I had managed to mislead them for a few weeks, but soon they realized I had tricked them. The next thing I knew, I was being pursued by crazy maniacs intent on claiming my head as their prize.

I had to get out of here. They might come out of nowhere and kill me without a moment's notice. I must go somewhere else. I must...

My vision was becoming filled with black spots, as the world seemed to spin out of control. Slowly, I fall into a deeper darkness that envelopes me.