Interaction with the other people in her life was like living in a horror movie. She knew something very bad was going to happen every hour, day and night. She wouldn’t be able to stop it, help or escape, and she would be traumatized for the rest of her life.
Good morning, world. The above paragraph has been rattling around in my head. I think it might be a good beginning for a story, a dark story, but the words and idea don’t want to advance any further.
Does it grab the reader? What comes next? Want to write the next paragraph or two or twenty? Go ahead and comment! heh…
Well, writing it out and posting it will hopeflly make it stop looping in my head. Have a lovely Sunday! 🙂
eileeneldred 
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