Her fingers moved faster than lightning. She couldn't stop. She really couldn't.
Somewhere else, there was a boy. He kept running. He felt so tired, but his legs didn't stop.
Similar people were out there. Their bodies controlled themselves. No one had control over themselves anymore.
It was as if someone had taken control of everyone.
It was as if everyone was attached to a string, and there was a puppet master.
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Random Writing Prompts
RandomAnyone can be a writer. They just either don't do it, or can't brainstorm decent story ideas. These prompts are ideas I could never continue. You may use them, and take credit for it. I only gave the idea. If you use a prompt, you deserve the c...
