There is nothing but corn in every direction. The sky is a bleak gray, and the clouds are rolling in from every angle. The wind is picking up and the corn stalks begin swaying harshly in the wind. There is no shelter anywhere in sight, and the wind is rising. The sky turns a sickly green color, and that can only mean one thing; a twister's coming.
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Mixtape Story Starters
Short StoryThis is a compilation of story starters that I have created. In each chapter lies the opening to a new tale, each original and unique. Note: If you feel the urge to finish the prompt, please feel free to write a continuation. I just ask that you as...
