Virtualism
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Last published Wed, Nov 15, 2023
Started a challenge where I would have to write a story from the short paragraph,
The suns rays shone harshly down on my balcony, enveloping the dark room with a pale golden light. I woke up and quickly checked the time. 7:10. I jolted upright, quickly got changed and dashed down the stairs towards the basement. I bolted towards my car, just to have forgot my keys. As I begrudgingly made my way up the stairs, I tripped on a step and knocked my shin against the concrete.
I probably won't finish this like everything else, so enjoy if you are reading and ty!!
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