Plenty of times I have started a story, only to leave it in the middle.
Plenty of times I have started at a page, with no idea of what to write.
Plenty of times I have had second thoughts on whether I should really write.
But if I were to stop now...
Imagine that your protagonist has just turned into a statue. Describe his or her thoughts.
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I can't move, is the first thought that comes to my mind when I find myself encased in stone. No, not stuck in stone, it looks like I'm the stone itself.
I try looking downward to get any sort of bearing as to where I was standing right now. However, I can't seem to move my eyeballs either. All I can see is the clear blue sky in front of me. And as much of a beautiful sight that is, you sort of get tired of it after a while,
A burst of panic seizes me as I try to move any part of my body, but in vain. I let out a strangled cry, before realizing that it's impossible to do so. I've never felt so infuriated and helpless at the same time.
Where's my family? My friends? Where's Kiara, Dad, Mum?
Wade?
I didn't think I'd have it in me, but I miss my family. We were a mess, but a family nonetheless. That madhouse I call my home seems to be a better fit for me than this...whatever this place is.
I won't be able to talk to anyone, not my sister, my parents, or even the visitors that come to visit me, if they do. I won't be able to walk like everyone else, run, or even jump about like no one's watching.
There were times when I was ashamed of this species called homo sapiens, when I have wished to remain constant, to rid myself of the responsibilities that revolved around being a human being, but right now, all I want to do is go back to fulfilling those responsibilities.
It is only now that I realize that life is about much more than that. A life lived in stagnation is worth nothing. It is change, those tiny ripples in our life that lead to beautiful moments in our lives.
I saw the clear blue sky I had seen before slowly turning to grey. In no time, tiny drops of water began falling down on me and my surroundings, which soon turned into a full blown gale.
Why couldn't my statue have an umbrella?
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This prompt was easier than I thought it would be, and such an interesting one too. I hope this is as good as I thought it was when I wrote it. And even if it isn't, there's always room for improvement :)
Have a good day/night!
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