WRITING OBSTACLE
Choose a sentence from a book that you have read recently and use it as the first line of a short story.
A single line can take you in any direction you please; you can stay faithful to the source material, or create something entirely new from it!
Three Of Us Pt.1
âThe three of us are always in danger. Thatâs kind of our thing,â I felt a pang of sadness come over me when I said it, I would never get to feel how a normal kid lives. My world was full of monsters, devils, witches, all of whom were set out to kill me.
As I looked into my momâs shockingly blue eyes I remembered the first time, the day my world flipped over. I was waiting on my fence for Alex and May to get here. My mom had finally let us go to hills behind our house. The reason she wouldnât let me go was because the hills were so tall that no one could spot you from anywhere behind them. In fact the hills were probably the true last frontier, not a single soul had ever set foot on them, at least not someone seen again. In this day and age we brushed it off as rumors, but we were stupidly ignorant. We didnât notice the signs.
I recall the moment Alex and May arrived, it took them 10 minutes to get here, but they walked, so I didnât blame them. I jumped up in delight. âAlex, May, you came!â âOf course we did,â Alex said. We obviously didnât waste any time talking, we just shot out toward the hills like our lives depended on it. When we crossed the first small hill nothing happened, it looked like a casual cloudless day, the bare sky stretching on for miles. However when we reached the second hill everything changed. The first thing I noticed was Mayâs scream, âNoah, your eyes are green, bright green!â Then my sight turned on again. I noticed the clear sky was gone overtaken by huge oak trees, blocking all light. Boulders littered the floor like plastic bottles littered the ocean. The rolling hills replaced by parched ground. Vines hung from the sky, the forest (?) was so overgrown that all I could see was Alexâs tousled, black hair and Mayâs tremulous, worried eyes.
My hands instinctively reached for my dadâs map, before my brain could register that it couldnât help, but when I looked down at the map I saw it had changed, barely, but it had. In fact if I hadnât spent every moment of this year scrutinizing over the map I wouldnât even have noticed. I noticed another thing that was interesting, every time I moved the lines changed, as if showing me the way.
âGuys look!â âWhat?â They said in unison. âLook the map!â They looked at me with looks of utter confusion. I then realized that they were genuinely looking, but they couldnât see anything. *sigh* âumm okay,â I said, âjust follow me.â I watched as when I stepped in the right direction the lines opened, as if to let me in. At first sight it looked like a regular topographical map, but if you looked deeper you saw the bold lines, and markings. The map helped me find our way back to the first small hill, and eventually our way out.
âOk soâŚâ Alex started. âWhat was that?!â May continued. âOh yeah your eyes arenât green anymore.â âOh⌠kayâ I looked down at the now ordinary map. It was as if when my eyes turned green they turned into lenses that turned the map extraordinary. âGreat.â
âLetâs just go back,â May said. âYeah.â We should.â
When we got to my house my mom sighed in relief. âSo how was it?â She asked. âYou know normal big hills, rolling down them under a big blue sky,â Alex and I said at the same time. âMom, can we have a sleepover,â I asked, mainly just to talk about what just happened, but also to have a little fun in summer. âYou know what? Sure,â she agreed. âYes.â
We were huddled together on the floor in our sleeping bags. âIâm bored,â Alex said. âHow could you be bored at a time like this?!â May asked. âYeah dude,â I said. âAre you flippinâ kidding me.â âNah dude, Iâm honestly bored,â he yawned. Then he turned around and fell asleep. âDid he lose his memory or something?â I asked. âNo, I didnât,â Alex piped up. âThen why the heck are you bored, if you didnât lose your mind then we shouldâve had so much to say,â I ranted. I felt an alien burst of rage course through my veins. Then I heard it- a sound like a siren. My blood turned to ice.
(The quote is from Arlo Finch in the Lake of the Moon: The three of us are always in danger. Thatâs kind of our thing)