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Harry Potter Fan Fiction => Harry Potter Fan Fiction => Topic started by: Seth Lockhart on December 23, 2008, 12:39:30 AM

Title: Streets of Fire
Post by: Seth Lockhart on December 23, 2008, 12:39:30 AM
  Today was like any other summer day. The tree's swayed from side to side as a gentle relaxing breeze blew through. The sky was a beautiful shade of baby blue and hundreds of white puffy clouds swarmed the sky. The air was hot. Every time you took a breath, it was like inhaling steam. People were outside their homes, gardening, sun bathing, and playing with their children.
 
  But today wasn't a normal day. To me, it was a dark one. People saw sunshine and I saw darkness. I saw destruction and they saw relaxation. No, today was not a normal day. Nor would the day after or the day after that. Yesterday was my last day of normal. Today I was going to war.

As I walked through the city, I passed a store that had a mirror in it's display. I didn't want to look into it, but I did. I seen a boy. A seventeen year old boy forced into war. Forced to fight for something he didn't believe in. I didn't believe in killing another human being. And that is what they taught us here in Emerald City. That to protect your home, you must be willing to kill.







Just a preview for my story I'm writing. Tell me what you think. Any ideas? Flaws? Thanks!
Title: Re: Streets of Fire
Post by: potter_fan122 on December 23, 2008, 05:18:15 AM
((Ooo, got me wanting to read more! Great detiail!))
Title: Re: Streets of Fire
Post by: Seth Lockhart on December 23, 2008, 11:54:14 AM
((Thank you. Readers please be cautious. There may be language and a lot of violence.))
Title: Re: Streets of Fire
Post by: potter_fan122 on December 23, 2008, 11:57:05 AM
((Goodie, I`ve been waiting for a good fan fic like that. And no, I am not a violent person. But don`t go asking Matt....))
Title: Re: Streets of Fire
Post by: Seth Lockhart on December 29, 2008, 12:10:19 PM
   I stared at the mirror, all of my emotions mixed together in my head, like fire. I felt them burn through my arms--through my veins. I felt the stinging sensation in my palms. I always felt like this when I was angry. And it always subsided after a short moment. I took a deep breath and looked at my watch. I had an hour before the train left. I had already left my bags at the drop off earlier. Now was my time to take a last look at peace before we destroyed this place. My home.

   ((I'm writing in small paragraphs until I get the story details worked out.))
Title: Re: Streets of Fire
Post by: potter_fan122 on December 30, 2008, 11:15:14 AM
((Cool.))