The story ends during an eclipse. The story must involve a quilt in it. A character becomes tense during the story.
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It was 2 pm; the eclipse was to start at any moment, it was going to be a full eclipse, we had been waiting for it for months. The air was hot but the breeze cool, her shirt pressing to her body because of it. I spread my hand upon the quilt we sat on, the colorful fabric soft to my touch. I looked at her face; dark, rich brown eyes looked back at me, strands of her dirty blond hair brushed against my arm. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, comforted by the familiarity of everything. This was our favorite spot in the woods, far enough from our houses to not be bothered by anyone, but close enough to go frequently. We would come here to be alone with one another, first as friends, later as lovers. We were born and raised in Trinton, a small town in the South, where there was nothing to do and a lot of time to do it. Everyday, after school, we would spend our time together, joking around and playing pranks on the other children. We were friends for years, until one day in the ninth grade, when we kissed for the first time. It was while playing Truth or Dare but I had felt something that I had never felt before, the feelings were mutual and we started dating shortly after. Its been three years since then, we were graduating in a week, both going to different schools on opposite sides of the country. I touched her face with my hand, her muscles tensed, but only for a moment. I leaned in and our lips brushed, our faces inches from each other. The eclipse had started but we didn’t notice, we only noticed one another.
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The story is set during a meal. During the story, there is a dramatic discovery. The story must have a candle appear in the middle
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We were sitting at the table in silence again. I couldn’t remember the last time we had had a real conversation. She was pushing a single pea back and forth on her plate, obviously thinking of something. Her lips were puckered and her brow furrowed, her typical thinking face. The candlelight bathed the side of her face in its glow, almost reminding me of the women I once fell in love with. Almost. “How was your day?” I asked, hopelessly trying to start a conversation. The wrinkles in her brow deepened but no words escaped her lips. The silence continued to the point where it became awkward. Just when I had given up on getting a response from her she said “It was good, how was yours?” she smiled, a half smile, As if she wasn’t sure how to smile anymore. I slowly looked up at her and our eyes met. She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. They were a swirl of blue and green, always bright and smiling on their own. Now when I looked in her eyes I saw the black holes which were her pupils, the sparkle that was once there now gone. Her eyes were sad; she was holding back tears for a reason unknown to me. “Good” I respond, returning the half smile. I returned my eyes to my plate, thinking of what to say next, desperately trying to continue this rare interaction “I talked to Jim about the rake he borro- ”
“I want a divorce,” She said quietly, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. She started to weep and I did too.
please read and tell me what you think- I was given a list of challenges that had to be in the story
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The story is set on a sinking ship. The story takes place at midnight exactly. During the story, someone's method of transportation breaks down.
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I carefully look over the railing and see the icy water below. The rain is falling hard and is making the deck slippery. Just my luck that the first cruise I take gets caught in a storm. The massive boat rocks back and forth, creaking with displeasure, almost making me fall over the railing prematurely. The alarms started blaring about 10 minutes ago, we were told to put life vests on and make it to the deck of the ship. It’s freezing outside, with the rain, wind and the fact that it’s practically midnight right now. The crew is loading the passengers onto inflatable rafts and lowering them into the sea. I slowly walk towards them and am quickly shoved into a raft the moment I get there. I don’t understand why everyone is making such a big deal about this storm until I see it. It was hidden to me before from the mob of people but that that I am here I see it- a giant crack widening in the hull of the ship. My heart sinks as I am being lowered from my now sinking ship. My raft is high up, slowly being lowered by ropes and pulleys. I hold onto a handle I find as to not fall over by mistake. ‘Well, at least things can’t possibly get any worse’ I think to myself. All of a sudden, I hear a snap of rope and my raft tips. The raft is suspended in the air vertically, being held by only one of the ropes. I hear screams as others on my boat fall hundreds of feet into the watery tomb below. Luckily I am still holding onto the handle, now for dear life. The rain is making the handle slippery and I feel my grip loosening. I hear the music of the ships main clock, signaling that midnight has arrived. My grip loosens more and I am now holding on by just three fingers, two fingers. I fall, on my way down not a scream escapes my lips, just one tear rolls down my cheek. Midnight has arrived, and my time has run
please read and tell me what you think- I was given a list of challenges that had to be in the story
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The story is set on a sinking ship. The story takes place at midnight exactly. During the story, someone's method of transportation breaks down.
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I carefully look over the railing and see the icy water below. The rain is falling hard and is making the deck slippery. Just my luck that the first cruise I take gets caught in a storm. The massive boat rocks back and forth, creaking with displeasure, almost making me fall over the railing prematurely. The alarms started blaring about 10 minutes ago, we were told to put life vests on and make it to the deck of the ship. It’s freezing outside, with the rain, wind and the fact that it’s practically midnight right now. The crew is loading the passengers onto inflatable rafts and lowering them into the sea. I slowly walk towards them and am quickly shoved into a raft the moment I get there. I don’t understand why everyone is making such a big deal about this storm until I see it. It was hidden to me before from the mob of people but that that I am here I see it- a giant crack widening in the hull of the ship. My heart sinks as I am being lowered from my now sinking ship. My raft is high up, slowly being lowered by ropes and pulleys. I hold onto a handle I find as to not fall over by mistake. ‘Well, at least things can’t possibly get any worse’ I think to myself. All of a sudden, I hear a snap of rope and my raft tips. The raft is suspended in the air vertically, being held by only one of the ropes. I hear screams as others on my boat fall hundreds of feet into the watery tomb below. Luckily I am still holding onto the handle, now for dear life. The rain is making the handle slippery and I feel my grip loosening. I hear the music of the ships main clock, signaling that midnight has arrived. My grip loosens more and I am now holding on by just three fingers, two fingers. I fall, on my way down not a scream escapes my lips, just one tear rolls down my cheek. Midnight has arrived, and my time has run out.
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4) My sexual orientation?
5) Country I live in?
6) My favourite colour?
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