In my community the girl was known as a youngling, after all they have only matured once their hair has changed colours over fifty times. I know as soon as I saw the girl with the white hair locked up in a cell, a warning sign posted: "Do not engage." — that she was one of the lost younglings that I had come searching for.
Taking out my lock pick I fiddled with the lock pushing the levers up and down, making enough noise that someone would be sure to check on the girl in the next ten minutes — but by then her and I would be long gone from this small prejudiced town.
Many of the towns under the rule of the government had cells just like this one, where they put anyone that had white hair — as to them no one in history has had white hair before. All of these people are going to be taken to the government so that they can learn what powers, those born with white hair have. But this won't because I will get to them first. The younglings are my responsibility, seeing as I am around their age, I will be the only one who will know the best way to teach them.
Total words so far: 211
Aim to have: 1000-5000
Note: will update this once I have written more.
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Shorts From Prompts
Short StoryThis is a collection of snippets that I plan to write into proper stories once I've finished school and have more time for writing. Enjoy those who choose to journey through my worlds!
