Hey everyone! Okay, here's the deal; In my workshop CAPT Prep class, my teacher makes us free-write every few days. This time, she gave us the first sentence (which is why it's so dull and boring; I'd have never started something with a sentence like that..) and this is what I came up with. I wrote it in 7 minutes, so it could be a little.. not as good as I would usually write. I thought I could make a story out of it, but I have no clue what I could do for the plot, or the storyline.. Which is why I posted it, before I had an idea of where it was going. I was hoping somebody could give me an idea, for how to continue with it. Well, read on! Don't let me stop you.

Btw, it's modern-day.. :)


The day was wet and rainy. The rain splattered against the windshield of the lone black sedan on the road. A windshield wiper flew across the glass every few seconds, flicking the moisture onto the road. The other windows of the car were fogged up and blurry, making them hard to see through.

A pair of grey-green eyes stared out the window. They held no expression, save for a deeply hidden trace of questioning and relief. The eyes moved away from the hazy glass and slowly took in their surroundings. The vehicles seats were made of hard, dark grey leather, and the floor was grimy. The figure sitting in the back seat did not know where he was being taken, but didn't dare question either of the two other persons in the car, sitting in the front. But he knew that he didn't really have to. He most likely knew the reason.

He had been thrown into the back seat of the sedan, but not gagged, tied up, blindfolded, or threatened in any way. This brought him to the accurate conclusion that he was just a burden that his guardians did not want to put up with anymore. He didn't mind, and would rather live alone somewhere, wherever he was being taken, as long as he had his one love with him. His music.


At the age of seventeen, Adrian Laucovte was an attractive teenager. His pitch black hair hung just below his eyes, which were mysterious, and deep. Anyone could easily get distracted and stop what they were doing at just one look at his gorgeous orbs. That is, if they looked past their cover. His nose and mouth were perfectly proportional to the rest of his face. If he was turned to his right side, so that only his left side were visible, he'd easily be the best-looking man someone had ever laid their eyes on. Yet when Adrian felt somebody's gaze upon him, he turned, exposing all of his face to the onlooker. The usual reaction was to gasp and turn away, but a gasp followed by a stare, was not unusual. It always melted into a look of fright as soon as his eyes met the observer's, cold and hateful.

On the right side of Adrian's face was a white porcelain mask.


Okay, so what do you think? Please, if you have an idea of an idea for me, on how to continue it, do tell. I'm counting on you wonderful people!

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Sandra