The Faults Within Them

Now my Good Reader, you could say it is like the day, you could. The flashing lights from the billboards make it seem like almost day time on the bridge and with the bridge packed, like sardines, you could say it is. Apart from the night sky being black though.
Thirty nine years ago this bridge held hope, now it holds me.
Red loves Turquoise, Turquoise loves red. But nothing is simple when Death* involved.

So hey, this is my first story, its one of many short story starter that i'm going to. Basically this is the short story of the actual novel i'm going to right, in total their three of these short story starters. Unlike many authors I don't always do chapter updates but I will always finish my books.

The story is told by death and I'd like to thank Markus Zusak for inspiring me. Seriously guys if you think the book thief movie was good, wait to you read the book.