In a cafe location in an unknown island, a shrill cry echoes in the mist of the huge castle-like coffee house. This means war. A war greater than any other. We have never experienced such a thing before, for we were protected by the spirits. But the spirits are no longer on our side, we are now a toy car being carelessly fidgeted with by an orphan child. We cannot escape from this child, for it is more capaable and powerful than us. For we are a tiny toy car. As I thought this over day by day, I remembered that one time a soulless telesales person called me. I know they were a telesales person because they were promoting this place called "Phantoms Opening", it (which seemed kind of sketchy but I didn't hang up). And for the soulless part, I'm not meaning to be rude but by their voice, they didn't feel so human-like. There was something about that person's voice. I was *drowning* in their voice, it wasn't exactly pleasant or horrible, but I forced myself to listen to what they had to say. "It is required of you," says the telesales person, "to come here". Suddenly they hang up. What? What did they mean by 'it is required of me to come to Phantoms OPening? What if I didn't want to? But what if I found them attractive, not in a romantic way but in a weird mysterious way. Just something about them made me want to go. Back to the present, I didn't go after all. When I'm stressed to make a decision like this I usually roll a pair of dice. Not just any normal dice, but the kind that can tell into your future and assume by your past. "So
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Location A cafe
Event A shrill cry echoes in the mist
Sentence "This means war."
Letter Use the letter N
Words Reach 50 words
Prop Include a toy car
Words Reach 100 words
Words Reach 200 words
Sentence "It is required of you."
Letter Use the letter H
Prop Include a pair of dice
Character A soulless telesales person
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