Write a story
First lines
I found a tennis ball outside Mr. Donaldson's house.
I look over my shoulder but continue to run, only the bright, clear moonlight to light my frantic path.
It was the second most beautiful thing I ever saw.
The audience stared open mouthed at me.
"Wait, so he hit you?"
The dream had been wonderful, yet it would never be real.
Shape.
Twist.
You had me at 'ox bow lake'.
The disco ball was turning.
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