Stories I've started/had an idea for, but will never end up writing.
Feel free to make these your stories. If you get a million dollars from selling a book that came from one of my ideas, that's amazing! If you do end up writing a book that is exact...
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(Sorry. I made a lot of those.)
Summary
Once you start, you have to finish. One start. One end. No stopping.
Rebecca Moon didn't want to join the Race, but she had no choice. The prize money would be more than enough to save her family.
Peter was the sixth son of King Starlet. His five older brothers won the Race, and now it's his turn. He's ready, but unwilling.
These two come from different pasts, but will they have the same future?
Lame summary.
(Chapter 1)
Rebecca
Rebecca Moon Age 17, born 5·4·2509 Class 5;6
My basic information flashes on the screen. I press the confirm button and it moves on to the next screen.
Physical disabilities
I press "no".
Mental disabilities
I press "no" again. I don't know why it has to ask this. They already know everything about me. Almost everything.
Recent illnesses
"No" again.
Any exposure to any of the three Plagues
"Yes" this time. My mother, little brother, and little sister are infected.
Indicate which one(s) · Stalmarn · Retasia · Granads
They made this easy for us. Five buttons. Yes, no, one, two, three.
I press "one" and move on.
You have been approved to participate in the Race. Press YES to confirm your entrance. This is the final decision. Only death will secure your release from participating in the Race.
I hesitate only a second before pressing "yes". No going back now.
I don't know what will happen in the weeks to come. I may die. I may face horrors I've never seen before. I may have a safe and happy trip.
I snort in laughter at the thought, turning around and taking a few steps to let the next person in line have his turn. I walk past the long line. Five lines, five machines. At least a hundred people stand in each line. The eligible ages range from ten to nineteen. I get a sinking feeling in my stomach when I see someone from the younger side. Sadly, over a third of people in line are under fifteen.
Peter
Prince Peter Royal Chadson Age 18, born 5·4·2508 Class Monarchy
I stare at the screen and press the button that confirms the information is true. I zip through the rest of the questions, barely taking time to read them. I am in perfect health. The Fifth Prince of ___________ has only the best medical assistance in all the world.
I finally finish the process and set the touchscreen on the table beside my bed. I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes.
There. It's done. I have to be in the Race. David, Raydon, Garren, Mixhal, and Warchen already won theirs in years past. Of course it's expected of me. I could die, but all the public cared about is the royal family's image.
