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@esjohnson, I can see  I am kinda late to this, but here’s the first paragraph of my WIP (which has actually been accepted for publishing, but I thought I’d post it anyways)

“Patrick!” I scream throwing back the bedsheets. My chest heaves as I wipe beads of sweat from my forehead. My shaky breath comes out, in short, trembling gasps. Ominous thunder rumbles in the distance, like the sound of the running soldiers in my dream. Lightning flickers outside my window as I wipe burning tears from my face. Suddenly, I realize the horrid truth.

“Three years,” I whisper my heart sinks like a stone into the pit of my stomach.