My feet sink into soft mud. To my left a man, a monster, a King, sits. My father, I think, thoughts like knives through my heart. He is bent and a puddle of tears collect at his feet. I cannot move. I want to move.
To my right, the bus driver, only without his bus. The traffic warden waves on the vehicles, oblivious to the situation. He stands in the middle of the road, and before I can move him away, a bus screams through the intersection. My jaw falls open in an unending scream. It splits my flesh and singes my hair. I cannot move. I want to move.
Sirens join my wail, red a blue light staining my body as pain flares at the edges of my vision. Police officers approach, but before I can move my hands into the open, say a word to diffuse the situation, do anything, they walk past me. No, they walk through me. Yellow caution tape reflects against the cars' blue and red haze, surrounding me. I cannot move. I want to move.
My throat burns as tears fall over my skin, the red mist seeps into my bones. It clamps onto my body like a snake's unyielding jaw. I try to shift my scream into a plea for help. I always try. It comes out mangled and sharp, the wail of an incoherent baby needing incoherent help. I cannot move. I beg to move.
I scream. My body does nothing to help. My air
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event Dad just sits and cries
Words Reach 50 words
Character A reserved traffic warden
Words Reach 100 words
Letter Use the letter P
Event A murder needs to be solved
Character An uncertain school crossing warden
Words Reach 200 words
Letter Use the letter Y
Prop Include a clamp
Event Someone cries for help
Prop Include an air conditioner
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