STORY STARTER
“Am I quiet? Or do you just never try to listen?”
Write a short story which includes a character asking this question.
Death, On A Night Like This?
“Am I quit? Or do you just never listen,” I yelled over the blazing elemental just a mile ahead.
“You’re the loudest yet whitest girl I have ever met. I’m going say it’s the scourching fire that’s just up there,” he said.
“Just get of the damn house,” I shouted.
He jumped of and I yanked his hand so that he would follow me. We bolted behind a large rock. That’s when it began to yell. It was in pain. Who else was attacking it? Those inside the base? Or was there anoth group of soldiers fending for their lives? I peeked around the corner and I felt Jake do the same so I elbowed him and stood up.
“Get over here, someone might kill it for us.” I muttered. There was no reason to but it was what I was taught to. So, I did.
“Cleo, there are better ways to do this!” He screamed.
“Not the way I do it,” I kicked away a stone from my walkway and it rolled right up to the elemental. His firey head turned my way and within seconds fire spewed from his mouth.
“Jake! Get of me!” I screamed. He had pulled me out of the line of fire. I slapped his face. “Never touch me again, I can handle myself!”
“Fine. But death, on a night like this, insanity!” He muttered.
“That’s me,”