“This can’t be happening… No no no no…” I mumble on and on and begin to franticly wave my hands in front of Anna's face. I scream and still nothing. I jump and even push her. Nothing. Just a blank stare. I laugh in her face; a hysterical, maniacal laugh that frightens me. She doesn’t even blink. “Anna…? ANNA!” My throat aches. I pound on the wall and pinch her arm and scream some more. Eventually I slump to the floor, and empty my stomach. “No… please no, not her… not my Anna… no no no…” I begin to shake and don’t even register that Sam is picking me up. He cradles me in his arms and I find myself sobbing into his chest.
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Inspiration And Prompts
AléatoireThis book is full of writing prompts to help fule your imagination. You are welcome to take any of the writing prompts from this book and turn them into your own creation! Please enjoy! Also not all of these are my own.
