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SunriseChickers said:
Grab a book, find a remotely interesting sentence, bam!
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could be the most random thing ever such as:
"I do recall you saying I was a duck"
or something hinting at an epic adventure such as:
"I'm ready to face death, are you?"
Or a word. One word. Like:
(i got this off random word genorator) Beginning.
 
Hmmmm I’ll make a list!

#1 “why is it so hot in here?!”

#2 The ocean was always so peaceful, until I began to hear the singing.

#3 Inter-dimensional

#4 “oh gosh, this is really high up.”

#5 Why did I ever touch that cursed totem?! (Or anything else lol)

#6 The cottage beckoned me inside, it’s door hanging open and swinging side to side as if to usher me in. A storm was brewing and it looked run down and empty….why not?


(Pick any one you want or make up your own!)
 
I did this today and If anyone wants to do the prompt as well, please do join in.

Prompt: I'm back!

Title: Arsenic

Lukas opened his eyes a crack, vibrant sunlight shining down on him. He felt chilly as a breeze brushed over him. His body ached a little as he sat up. Dirt fell from his hair into his lap and all around him.

“Alright, Darrin, Oregon, what is going on?”

April Fool’s Day was right after Lukas’ birthday, and his friends--early birds, no doubt--pulled the most elaborate pranks that Lukas had ever seen. One year they had cleared all the furniture in Lukas’s room and left a note saying that the house had been condemned for demolition in the afternoon. The door was locked, so Lukas jumped out the second-story window in panic when he heard a truck coming down the suburban street.

Yes, Lukas always went to sleep late in the evening of his birthday, dreading and eager to see what he would wake up to.

He shook the dirt out of his sandy blonde hair, returning it to its fluffy and well-moisturized state. He surveyed his surroundings, which appeared to be a cemetery. He glanced down into a deep hole in which an empty coffin lay splintered, and his eyes wandered to the gravestone above.

~Lukas Archovich~ it read. Beloved Son and Friend.

Yeah, right. Lukas thought. Where did his friends get the money for these things? They did live in Pumatown, CO, which was known for graceful suburbs, great school programs, and, well, rich kids.

Lukas walked out of the cemetery, ignoring the glances of the people in the street. Yes, I probably look like I just emerged from the grave. Lukas thought. Good thing I’m not walking like a zombie. He quickly navigated home.

Immediately after opening the door, his ears were greeted by the chilling noise of sobbing. It sounded like his mom. He navigated to the living room, peering through the side of the opening. His family was gathered on the couch, close together, his younger sister, Caroline, was hidden under her father’s arm. His mother held a bundle of fabric, clutching it close to her chest as she cried.

“It’s been three years,” said his father, who appeared to be praying. “Please help us as we try to accept that he is in heaven with thee now.”

His mother sobbed harder. She had never been an actor. Even if Darrin and Oregon had begged her to try to cry, it wouldn’t have looked like this. Something was off. He stepped into the room.

“Mom, are you okay? Dad, what’s going on?”

Time seemed to stand still for an instant. Then his sister screamed and ran past him in the direction of the door. She slammed it as she evacuated the house.

Lukas raised an eyebrow, glancing back behind him. “What was that?” He asked his parents.

His mother clutched the fabric bundle closer to her, her knuckles growing white against it until it emitted a soft cry. She relaxed her grip.

“L-Lukas? Lukas, you’ve come back to us-” his mother choked on every syllable as her already pale face drained of colour.

“No, sweetie. That isn’t him. It’s just some sick prank by one of those vile neighborhood boys. It’s time someone called the police.” His father stood. “None of you move.”

Lukas backed away slowly. Something was way off. When his father looked down to dial on the phone, Lukas bolted to the stairs, heading towards his room to give him time to think about what was going on. Along the stairs were the usual pictures of his family. His mom and his dad in front of a church, Mom in a white dress, and Dad in a suit. A picture of a baby with brilliant blue eyes (that was Lukas), and then a picture of Lukas holding his baby sister Caroline. As he went up the staircase, he noticed new pictures. A photo of Caroline- she was graduating from elementary school. That made no sense, Caroline was in 4th grade. A photo of his entire extended family, all gathered and in black. But where was he? He remembered being at his great uncle’s funeral. Then another photo. His mom, holding a baby. Another baby! One he didn’t recognize. That must have been the bundle his mom was holding.

To Lukas, this was starting to seem less like a prank than ever. He felt sick, so he headed to the bathroom.

He stopped himself in the mirror. No- The mirror stopped him. The reflection stopped his heart.

His face was, understandably, covered in dirt, but that wasn’t what stopped him. It was his eye. Had he realized that his eye was sealed shut before? Lukas touched the hideous scrape, a violent stinging feeling following.

The stinging brought back everything. It brought back last night.

Lucas was heading from the family reunion birthday party, intrigued by the woods that called to him. He was rustling through the undergrowth when he heard the noise. It was a small rumble, but it grew louder, evolving into a roar. An enormous bear burst from the trees, lunging at him. Shouting, Lucas ducked, avoiding getting his heart clawed out but getting a huge slash across the right eye. He ran back to the reunion, the pain making him want to vomit.
His family fixed him up, but he was still in shock. He sat there, trembling when a tall man with dark sunglasses approached him. He was probably a distant uncle or a second cousin thrice removed, something like that. The man handed Lukas a cup of water. Lukas drank it and began feeling better. Later in the night, when they had gone home, Lukas got sicker and sicker but finally managed to get to sleep.

No, not sleep. He had died--the reality hit him on the head. He had been poisoned. This wasn’t a prank, although it seemed similar to a couple of movies that he had seen. Lukas had really, truly come back from the dead.

The police car pulled into the Archovich's driveway.
 
the_peanut_coop said:
I did this today and If anyone wants to do the prompt as well, please do join in.

Prompt: I'm back!

Title: Arsenic

Lukas opened his eyes a crack, vibrant sunlight shining down on him. He felt chilly as a breeze brushed over him. His body ached a little as he sat up. Dirt fell from his hair into his lap and all around him.

“Alright, Darrin, Oregon, what is going on?”

April Fool’s Day was right after Lukas’ birthday, and his friends--early birds, no doubt--pulled the most elaborate pranks that Lukas had ever seen. One year they had cleared all the furniture in Lukas’s room and left a note saying that the house had been condemned for demolition in the afternoon. The door was locked, so Lukas jumped out the second-story window in panic when he heard a truck coming down the suburban street.

Yes, Lukas always went to sleep late in the evening of his birthday, dreading and eager to see what he would wake up to.

He shook the dirt out of his sandy blonde hair, returning it to its fluffy and well-moisturized state. He surveyed his surroundings, which appeared to be a cemetery. He glanced down into a deep hole in which an empty coffin lay splintered, and his eyes wandered to the gravestone above.

~Lukas Archovich~ it read. Beloved Son and Friend.

Yeah, right. Lukas thought. Where did his friends get the money for these things? They did live in Pumatown, CO, which was known for graceful suburbs, great school programs, and, well, rich kids.

Lukas walked out of the cemetery, ignoring the glances of the people in the street. Yes, I probably look like I just emerged from the grave. Lukas thought. Good thing I’m not walking like a zombie. He quickly navigated home.

Immediately after opening the door, his ears were greeted by the chilling noise of sobbing. It sounded like his mom. He navigated to the living room, peering through the side of the opening. His family was gathered on the couch, close together, his younger sister, Caroline, was hidden under her father’s arm. His mother held a bundle of fabric, clutching it close to her chest as she cried.

“It’s been three years,” said his father, who appeared to be praying. “Please help us as we try to accept that he is in heaven with thee now.”

His mother sobbed harder. She had never been an actor. Even if Darrin and Oregon had begged her to try to cry, it wouldn’t have looked like this. Something was off. He stepped into the room.

“Mom, are you okay? Dad, what’s going on?”

Time seemed to stand still for an instant. Then his sister screamed and ran past him in the direction of the door. She slammed it as she evacuated the house.

Lukas raised an eyebrow, glancing back behind him. “What was that?” He asked his parents.

His mother clutched the fabric bundle closer to her, her knuckles growing white against it until it emitted a soft cry. She relaxed her grip.

“L-Lukas? Lukas, you’ve come back to us-” his mother choked on every syllable as her already pale face drained of colour.

“No, sweetie. That isn’t him. It’s just some sick prank by one of those vile neighborhood boys. It’s time someone called the police.” His father stood. “None of you move.”

Lukas backed away slowly. Something was way off. When his father looked down to dial on the phone, Lukas bolted to the stairs, heading towards his room to give him time to think about what was going on. Along the stairs were the usual pictures of his family. His mom and his dad in front of a church, Mom in a white dress, and Dad in a suit. A picture of a baby with brilliant blue eyes (that was Lukas), and then a picture of Lukas holding his baby sister Caroline. As he went up the staircase, he noticed new pictures. A photo of Caroline- she was graduating from elementary school. That made no sense, Caroline was in 4th grade. A photo of his entire extended family, all gathered and in black. But where was he? He remembered being at his great uncle’s funeral. Then another photo. His mom, holding a baby. Another baby! One he didn’t recognize. That must have been the bundle his mom was holding.

To Lukas, this was starting to seem less like a prank than ever. He felt sick, so he headed to the bathroom.

He stopped himself in the mirror. No- The mirror stopped him. The reflection stopped his heart.

His face was, understandably, covered in dirt, but that wasn’t what stopped him. It was his eye. Had he realized that his eye was sealed shut before? Lukas touched the hideous scrape, a violent stinging feeling following.

The stinging brought back everything. It brought back last night.

Lucas was heading from the family reunion birthday party, intrigued by the woods that called to him. He was rustling through the undergrowth when he heard the noise. It was a small rumble, but it grew louder, evolving into a roar. An enormous bear burst from the trees, lunging at him. Shouting, Lucas ducked, avoiding getting his heart clawed out but getting a huge slash across the right eye. He ran back to the reunion, the pain making him want to vomit.
His family fixed him up, but he was still in shock. He sat there, trembling when a tall man with dark sunglasses approached him. He was probably a distant uncle or a second cousin thrice removed, something like that. The man handed Lukas a cup of water. Lukas drank it and began feeling better. Later in the night, when they had gone home, Lukas got sicker and sicker but finally managed to get to sleep.

No, not sleep. He had died--the reality hit him on the head. He had been poisoned. This wasn’t a prank, although it seemed similar to a couple of movies that he had seen. Lukas had really, truly come back from the dead.

The police car pulled into the Archovich's driveway.
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Wowowowowowow!!!! That’s such a cool random lil story!
 

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