I can't believe it. I don't. I don't believe it. There is no way on heaven or earth-
"Mr. Jordan are you alright?" the tall man asked. The indecency! Bursting into my home and disrupting my life-
"Mr. Jordan I am very sorry, but we have a schedule to keep." It was the other one that time. Short and blonde. Don't trust short blonde people. Or tall ones come to think of it.
"Daddy we're out of punch. Who are you?" My daughter Isabelle came into the living room. Her hair was the color of polished oak and just and shiny. It hung in heavy curls that bounced when she walked. Her well-worn violet T-shirt read "I'm with Stupid" and her torn jean shorts were much too short. I had been bugging her about getting rid of her old vans for months but she was wearing them anyway.
"You must be Isabelle." She nodded cautiously. "You have an ability very few people have. We're here to take you too them."
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My Start
RandomThese are a few story starters I have come up with and am either not going to continue with them or just haven't gotten around to doing so yet. You are welcome to use them if you like, but please give me some credit as the inspiration.
