08/18/23 Snowball Writing
Basically I wrote the first two lines and a title for a short story. I then I had to crumble up the paper into a ball and throw it across the room, where someone one else would pick it up and continue the story. I did this twice, and here's the results lol. This obviously is not canon to Quailstar's story
Quailsong raced around in her mind. Was this really happening right now?
"No, it couldn't possibly be happening! No! Bad things happen to bad people, and I'm a good person! This isn't real, no it's not!" She repeated this in her mind like a lullaby. She wanted to slow her mind and put herself in a never ending sleep. Her best friend is gone.
Her mouth quivered. Her body felt, her everything felt hot. She felt like she was going to throw up. It was all because she went out that night and found something she never was supposed to, and now her best friend was dead. If she never found that stupid board game, her life wouldn't feel like it was over right now.