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RE: Writing Competition - NextParagraph WIN SBD 💲💲💲
Thanks for the opportunity, @scottish01! :)
I really like your next paragraph concept.
Thanks for the opportunity, @scottish01! :)
I really like your next paragraph concept.
so where is the next pagagraph?
I can hardly wait and no I wan't going to turn it into a girly novel lol
I'd like to have a go at the next para too @scottish01. I'm also unable to wait. :)
In the meantime, I've fleshed out what I already wrote. If I win, please consider this more descriptive version as my edited entry.
"Burn! We should set a fire trap to burn these creatures. Think of that. Think of some way to save us, fast! You are responsible for all this, aren't you? " his wife's words cut through his thoughts like a sharp knife cutting through melting cheese. His stomach grumbled suddenly. Momentarily, his thoughts turned to food. It had been a long time since he had eaten. He looked at the highball glass in his hand. It could do with another refill. Slowly, as if being pulled by a fragile string, he turned back towards her, his wife of seven years. His defeated eyes silently pleaded understanding and forgiveness. But, all his eyes met were a steely cold gaze, unforgiving in its emotion, and unwavering in its intensity. He couldn't bear to look at her, much less answer her. He looked away again, gazing out of the window, desperately wishing he had paid heed to his wife's wishes. "If we'd gone to live in the mountains like you wanted, Momma, we would have been safe, wouldn't we, Momma? And Daddy wouldn't have been so upset as he is now. He'd be playing with me instead." their 4 year old son spoke up for the first time since morning, pulling the mother's face towards him with his little hands. And it was then that Chase had an idea!! Hearing his son's voice, Chase shook out of his reverie and sprung to action. There was no time to be lost. He had to think of something. If he had to die, if they had to die, they would die fighting! He was suddenly like a firecracker that had been ignited. He felt a wave of energy and determination wash over him. His wearied mind became energized as fresh ideas engulfed him. Could those things below burn?