STORY STARTER
Submitted by Quill To Page
Write a story where people are limited to only three lies in their lifetime.
Is your protagonist about to use up their first, or maybe their last?
Tied To You
Feeling the world shake beneath me, “Choose,” He said frankly, his voice echoing in the eerie Forrest. My hands grip the ground, stunned by the choice. Marry him or not marry him. Whatever _I_ choose would decide _my_ fate.
“I can’t,” I sobbed out, pain arising in my chest, rain falling from the clouds.
“Why?” He asks, I hear the gentle tone in his voice.
“Because… I love you. I love you so much it hurts. Would you break my heart? Would you use your last 3 lies on me? How much do you _love_ me?”
I’m still sitting on the ground, he tilts my head up and says, “Look at me.” And so I do.
“You are the only one my heart desires, my heart breaks when you are not by my side, the air you breathe breathes life into me, please do not forsake me, I will love you till our hair turns gray.” He spoke from his heart, “_please_.”
I look at his dancing eyes, staring right into mine. “Would you use your 3 lies on me?” I repeat again.
“Why _would_ I want to? What do I have to lie about? You know my whole past, and you’ll know my whole future. I will devote myself to you and only you, I will be as loyal as a dog. Do _you_ trust me?”
Breathing in, I let his words sink into my heart.
“I do, with every fiber of my being, but I’m scared.” Tears fall again. I’d never loved someone so much.
He graciously extends his hand and helps me up. I smile at him through my tears.
We’re face to face now, and he’s cupping my face, “There is nothing to be scared about, _My_ _queen_.” He bows playfully.
“Well, _only_ if you’re my king,” I match his tone.
“Very well darling,” He says, mimicking a British accent—surprisingly good might I add.
“That was _actually_ really good,” I nod, proudly.
“You _just_ _now_ realize that?” He grins.
“What can I say, I tend to be a bit slow. Some call me the sloth.”
“What a beautiful nickname,” He says, still using a British accent.
“You are hand crafted so I’ll never be bored,” I laugh.
“Glad you think so,” He chuckled as well.
No matter what happens, no matter who stands between us, I knew… we’d always choose each other.
So…Hand in hand, we walked to the courthouse, ready for the next chapter.