Rules of this exercise: go to your bookshelf and find the 7th book on it. Open it to chapter 7 and read the 7th sentence on the page. Use the sentence to begin a paragraph/short story. I'm going to use my Wattpad Library for this one. The story I'm using is Wolf's rain next generation by Shade_cloud_loves.
If I try to attack him, his horns will go right into me and I will die. I glanced around for a solution. The murderous, hybrid creature reared up, it's bull-like horns glimmered in the sunset's light. I searched vigorously for a solution. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. It was either fight or flight at this moment. If I fight, I'll get stabbed to death. However, if I fly, it'll chase after me and hunt me down. This creature looks as if it has more stamina than I do. I can't stay flying forever. Fighting is my only option. I pulled the hunter's knife out of my pocket and threw myself at the creature. Somehow, I managed to land on it's arched spine. The creature released a loud screech and began to kick it's hindquarters in the air. I latched on to it's thick fur as it struggled to throw me off. With so much wild movement, I couldn't get a clear, successful stab of my knife. Suddenly, my hand grip weakened dramatically and I was thrown off the creature. I landed on the concreted ground with a grunt. The creature whipped around to face me. I couldn't move! The creature lowered it's horns to be level with my limp body. I watched in terror as it sprinted towards me as an arrow is thrust at it's target. The pain lasted for only a moment. I remember seeing my own blood, pooling out from my stomach. I remember seeing my body, broken and bloodstained. I remember my vision fading. I remember dying.
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Writing Exercises
RandomJust my own personal writing exercises, because lately my writing has pretty much lost it's touch. Also, writing in general needs to be exercised regularly.
