And thus, it begins...

                I suppose, instead of writing little sketches that amuse me beyond all belief, I need to start working on the outline of my story. Maybe I will just write chunks of story and decide whether I like it or not. And then copy and pasta all of them together and then I get a really choppy weird story that is written which is the most important part.

                Okay, I don’t even know if this part is even going to be in my story. But most likely it will, because I actually bothered to write it, and I don’t want to bother to write a new beginning. Yay spoilers!

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                Her hand trembled as she stared down the lengthy corridor of the man’s home, the floor sloping up, the walls sloping in. The walls and floor were painted a stark white with black stripes every ten feet, and an abnormally blue sky with clouds on the ceiling. A small door, painted a bright yellow, was far off into the distance, although she was sure it wasn’t that far away. He was an artist, and lived in art. His door was most likely only three feet in height, as to make the illusion complete. She felt so visible, so naked, so vulnerable to everything. There was no way she could hide. If he were to come out right this moment, it would be messy. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape.

                Her hand moved to her leg to finger the sleek metal instrument strapped to her thigh. Her thin fingers trembled as they felt the smooth, warm metal. She breathed in and out deeply. Why’d I decide to accept this job? I’m not ready… I’m not. She cursed silently. Coward! How had she become this way? Since when did she become a timid child, afraid of what she does best? Since when had she lost her competence? She winced. Oh yeah, that.

                She leaned against a black stripe, blending perfectly into the strip. Mentally exhausted, she chastised herself for being so weak. Linali, coveted for her clean jobs and detachment, reduced to a quivering mess. What they would say if they could see her now! Weak. Useless. She bit her lip angrily. No, never again. I will never make that mistake ever again.

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                Oh hey, I decently liked that. If you didn’t, too bad. I know, I know, The Writing Life says that I should throw away the beginning. But I won’t. Ha. I know where I’m going now. Awesomeness! I think I should let people know that they’re going to bash their head into a wall thinking that I’m going to do something, but I promise you – nothing actually. But hopefully, it’s not as bad as you think.