This is a recent story idea I came up with. The idea of the prologue is to just set up the story. It gives you a hint into the kind of world the main character lives in, what kind of relationships and bonds the character has and it tells you what the main goal of the story is. If you get all that after reading this then I succeeded.
I don't care if you rip it to shreds. It's only a first draft so there's always room for improvement. Just a heads up I want to try and make it more detailed without giving away too much. Thanks, enjoy!
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“Ugh!” Ryan slammed to the ground, blood around her lips and pain in her stomach. She groaned and turned over in an attempt to get up.
“Stay down, scum!” Ryan’s antagonists grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. They punched her in the face breaking Ryan’s nose and another punch led to a black eye.
“So much for never hit a girl,” thought Ryan to herself as they slammed her head pack into the pavement.
“Hey!” cried a voice. “Let her go!” Frightened, the boys ran off. “Ryan, I figured it was you!”
After helping her up Ryan was able to get a closer look at her savor. It was Mrs. Carson from Hand-to-Hand Combat class.
“Here lean on me we’ll go get you looked at.” Ryan was in too much pain to argue so she did what she was told.
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“Ow!” shouted Ryan. “Watch it!”
“Oh hush, hush,” said Mrs. Rayon. “Somehow you managed to get five sharp rocks lodged in your back.” Mrs. Rayon was the local nurse, but she was uncanny at times. “Not to mention you have three broken ribs!”
“Ryan,” began Mrs. Carson.
“Wha-ow!”
“Ryan, you’re going to stay with me while you’re still healing,” explained Mrs. Carson. “That way those boys won’t get to you again.”
Ryan opened her mouth to protest.
“And no complaining!”
“Oh.”
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“Ryan! I brought back dinner!” yelled Mrs. Carson.
“And desert!”
“Peter, that’s not for tonight.”
Peter was Mrs. Carson’s husband, but rarely was he called Mr. Carson. Everyone called him Peter as was dictated with every adult male in the nation.
“Ryan!” Mrs. Carson shouted again. Walking into the living room, Mrs. Carson found a note on the coffee table.
Mrs. Carson-
Went out. Will be back soon. I promise not to get into trouble!
-Ryan
Peter came over and read the note.
“She’ll be fine,” assured Peter.
“Yeah, I know, but I still worry.”
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The swings screeched in the night as Ryan swung back and forth.
“Don’t worry. I’m working as hard as ever,” said Ryan into the night. “Wounds are what makes me stronger. A survivor. I promised I would reach our goal someday and that’s something I intend to keep.”
Ryan leaped off the swing landing firmly on her feet as if she had never been hurt. Looking at the stationary swing that had been next to her she began to pat its seat.
“I’m going to change the world someday, Sam, just like you wanted.”
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(4 years later)
“Come on Ryan. There was nothing you could have done,” said Mr. Lanor.
“No!” Ryan screamed. “I could have been there. I could have saved them.” The rain poured down onto the street. Ryan and Mr. Lanor were both soaked.
“Now you’re just being ridiculous, I was being nice by lending you a hand but if you’re going to be like this, forget it. You’re on your own.” With those words Mr. Lanor walked away into the night. His steps were drowned out by the sound of water crashing onto pavement.
Ryan just stood there for a while.
The world knows nothing of my pain and yet it cries right along with me.”
Ryan set out to the park. Upon arrival she sat down on the swing like she had done so many times before.
“Mrs. Carson, Peter, and even Little Jesse. They’re all gone, Sam. What am I going to do?” asked Ryan. “I’m all alone.”
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Thanks again for reading and I hope you liked it.
-Jules
