Please note: This is fiction!
“Come on!” He snarled and banged a fist on the semi-translucent window. It was probably the 10th window he’s encountered in the last 10 minutes. It was like he was in a buildings of nothing but windows.
Before another thought popped into his head, he turned around and kept running. There’s got to be an exit in this place.
How in the world did this happened? How in the world did he ended up being the one on the run when he’s done nothing wrong? How in the world did he become the guilty party? His girlfriend’s the guilty one. She committed every single act.
“Damn it!” Another dead end.
“Freeze!” He heard a click behind him. “Slowly turn around and put your hands up,” He gulped, obeyed, and turned around to find at least 10 rifles trained on him.
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What an interesting story Yinglan. Now you should write the backstory. Thanks for joining in
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Thanks, I’ll write it when I think of it. 😀
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You’re welcome! 👍🏼
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A real nail-biter! Well done!
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Thank you.
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Great. Now finish the story with a flashback.
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If only I can think of a back story. 😀
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Very nice.
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Thanks.
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Yes, I want to know more about this guy. Well done.
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Thank you.
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