Story Starters

It was an old house built on a hill. The windows that were visible were cracked or had the glass panes removed. The front door was derelict and creaked when she pushed it open. Inside it was just as bad as it was on the outside. The wind blew and the breeze flowed through the house, creating a cool atmosphere inside the house. Her face revealed a smile. She lay down on the floor and closed her eyes. She was home.

The sky was black. Pitch black. It was as black as my eye or as black as the middle of a blackberry pie. The sunlight could not penetrate this thick layer of smoke that rose from the inferno within the towering building.. Sirens from fire engines wailed in the distance. Three or four of them vehicles began to converge at the source of the inferno. Several hours later, the blackness of the sky began to dissipate and sunlight seeped through the haze.

Everyday was the same. It was like I could see into the future. Everyday I wake up, do necessary things in the morning, get dressed, eat breakfast, say goodbye to my family for the day, go to work, have lunch, work again, finish work, go home, watch TV while having dinner, shower then sleep. Nothing ever changes. Neither promotion nor loss of money. And it will always remain like that