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Random First Lines: A long time ago to the west of a small island in a poor fishing village lived a fisherman. He was tall and handsome but the lines in his face... » Read
I scanned the vast forest, searching for a way out of the never-ending trees. And then it came to me. I was in the experiment. I was in a maze.
By Mark Gotti
I wrote this piece for two reasons. One, I wanted to practice writing fighting scenes. Two, in the ending, it shows that no matter what happens, everything will just move on afterwards.