Etched in Stone - Writing Contest

Etched in Stone - Writing Contest

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It was a cool, cloudy night. All the lights in neighboring houses were off. All but one. My name is Tom McHorner, and I do not know exactly what happened that night, but I shall do my best to recall that story. Let's look in that house. 'He's here.' Said a voice belonging to a tall man with messy black hair. He had great bags under his eyes, and he was talking to a fiery red-haired woman, crouching next to him, holding what looked like a small lump wrapped tenderly in a blanket. (You will later find, that that 'lump' is very important.) 'He's here!' The man repeated, with a tone of dawning realization of what was happening. 'Listen, Elizabeth, I want you to take the baby and run.' The woman looked up from the window, and stared at him with frightened eyes. 'James, you can't- But I- You're not going to-'She stopped suddenly, as James was now looking at her with silent tears in his blue eyes.'I am.' He said.______________Continuation in comments______________
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Etched in Stone - Writing Contest

Posted on: Apr 14, 2019
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It was a cool, cloudy night. All the lights in neighboring houses were off. All but one. My name is Tom McHorner, and I do not know exactly what happened that night, but I shall do my best to recall that story. Let's look in that house. 'He's here.' Said a voice belonging to a tall man with messy black hair. He had great bags under his eyes, and he was talking to a fiery red-haired woman, crouching next to him, holding what looked like a small lump wrapped tenderly in a blanket. (You will later find, that that 'lump' is very important.) 'He's here!' The man repeated, with a tone of dawning realization of what was happening. 'Listen, Elizabeth, I want you to take the baby and run.' The woman looked up from the window, and stared at him with frightened eyes. 'James, you can't- But I- You're not going to-'She stopped suddenly, as James was now looking at her with silent tears in his blue eyes.'I am.' He said.______________Continuation in comments______________
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I only know that the effect of Paris' leave was terrible and horrifying.
Paris had run away. I do not know why, nor do I know who her parents were running away from in the first place.
soil beneath her. She took one step forward, turned around to look at her house, and ran. She ran down the hill, covered with beautiful flora, and kept running until she reached the bottom of the hillock, when she stopped for a minute to look at the dark sky above her, cascaded with stars. Then she trudged towards the forest, only stopping to drink from a pool at the bottom of a waterfall.
She said, a shiver sunning down her spine. She tiptoed towards the back door, and stepped on a loose floorboard, which made a loud creaking noise that carried up all the way to the roof of the house. Paris jolted to a stop, listening intently for any sound of her parents stirring in their room upstairs. She stood there, balancing on one foot, the other frozen mid-step, and waited until she felt it safe to resume walking. She slid open the door, and stepped outside, her bare feet resting on the
Paris woke up, shaking and covered in cold sweat. She had one of those bad dreams again. She sat up and looked over at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was four in the morning, and raining. 'The sun hasn't even risen yet,' She thought. Paris slipped out of bed and cautiously walked down the wooden stairs. Under her slightly trembling feet, the wood was cold and smooth. When she reached the bottom of two flights of stairs, she looked around. Her living room was dark and dreary. 'Creepy.'
--The main character will now be a girl named Paris.--
Exciting! Can't wait to see how you incorporate the prompt into this :D
-ched a small hill, far away from towns or cities. It was, as I would describe it, an isolated island without water. The couple built a house on top of the hill, using fresh wood from trees nearby, and used concrete and bricks (from James' mother, who lent them supplies with glee she had bricks and tiles leftover from replacing her porch.). And so, they built their new house together, and when it was finished, they had made a perfectly lovely and sturdy abode, which ends the prologue.
-ilence him. They both walked over to the kitchen, stopping for a moment to look at it for the last time. Then, James stepped forward and pocketed a small photograph of him and his whole family, side-by-side with Elizabeth's. 'Well,' Beth said, 'Time to go.' James turned around, and replied, 'Oh, right.. Follow me.' And he led the three of them outside, past their backyard, past Elizabeth's garden where she worked so hard to grow all kinds of plants, and kept walking for two days until they rea-