Klaus… as far as I know, that's my name. There are facts about me that I know. My age, my skin colour, my name, last name. That's all irrelevant to who I really am. What really matters is who I love, what I believe in, what am I fighting for… I'm fighting for freedom, I'm fighting to save who I love, I'm fighting for equality. This government has been in power for way too long making all the wrong decisions. That is what I will put an end to. And if I die, it doesn't matter because I know that the people that are rooting for me won't just remember my name, my age or my family name. They remember me for saving them...
In the afterlife maybe I will remember stepping up on the podium with my comrades keeping the government officials still so they watch me destroy their power. I walk up to the whirring diamond.
My hand plunges through the force field keeping the government in power. As their power source, nothing will be fixed now. The acid reaches a boil on my fist. I bubble away to the cheers of my people. The cries of my betrayed lover. And the wails of the sirens that are blaring through the cities.
My goals are keeping everything in paragraphs and using correct grammar.
Hi Bluebell. An intriguing opening paragraph. I wonder if splitting it into two might make it more powerful. I hope you build up the detail in the second part of the story.
ReplyDeleteVery cool start to a story. What happens next?
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