- There was a strange, white light pulsing from behind the old orphanage. I don't know why, but for some reason, the light was calling to me. It seemed to be getting closer and closer. That was when I realized I had started walking towards the light. I tried frantically to make my legs stop moving.No matter what I tried I just kept getting closer. Eventually I was standing underneath the light, looking up to see if I could find the source of this strange light. But then, the light flashed and I forgot everything. They lifted me aboard the ship and then left. That was when I learned that I was the chosen one, and that I had to stop The Coming.
- by Amber Ambitious |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 12/23/2008 |
- Skip
- Title: The Coming-Prologue
- Artist: Amber Ambitious
- Description: Please tell me what you think of it. I want to know if I should continue writing it.
- Date: 12/23/2008
- Tags: comingprologue
- Report Post