- I looked at the white rose. It's fragrance drifted upwards; so delicate and fine. If only things were perfect like this all the time. The birds chirruped softly in the early morning air. I felt the cool satin of my wedding dress brush against my arm. Another tear came to my eye, unbidden, as though it were a captive trying to escape the pain and agony. I sniffed and swiped at my face. The church was just ahead; I couldn't let anyone see me like this.
- A tiny crack in the ground emitted steaming fumes of sulfur and other malodorous chemicals. If only Higgins had been able to come with me, I would have shown him the tiny centipedes that crawled across the cooled lava (he really did love those little worms), but he was careless enough to break his hip. Now I had to journey alone in search of the map. With the sun beating mercilessly down on my back, I squinted at the far ridge and continued to walk upwards.
- The dong of the temple bells rang through the market square. I continued to move towards the fruit stands and everyone around me got down on their hands and knees and began their ritual prayers to Allah. Living in a Muslim nation was hard as a Christian. At least here they respected my beliefs and didn't torture me for them. The usual market place fervour now dribbled down to monotonous incantations. I ached so badly to see these people freed. Keeping my hood pulled down near my nose, I stepped over the hands of a young man and his wife. The click of an automatic machine gun froze me in position.
"Get down." A thickly accented masculine voice echoed from the plaza.
"I do not worship Allah, leave me in peace." My voice quivered. This had never happened before. Would they really shoot me?
"Get down now, infidel, or you'll see the next sunrise as pig feed." The choice was now mine.
"I cannot bow to another god other than the One True God. I will not bow."
Alrighty, so pick one of those three (or as many as you like) and write a little response about what happens next in the scene. I'm looking forward to seeing your ideas! (Don't worry, I'm not going to use any of them, it'll just be for fun! Your unique writing response will remain that way, since I really do believe in copyright laws...no stealing allowed.)
(Note: This game concept was taken from Storyteller's blog at Storyteller: A Writer's Journey; sorry!! But the idea is too good to be true, I just had to use it! :P )