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Fragments of the Future

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A collection of stories, pieced together to make one, to show one, to experience one, her journey is the story, and her life is her elegy. Her journey. Her story. Her life. (updated weekly with a new chapter or chapters)
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Chapter 1 - Chrysanthemum

What's my grab sentence, one that would get a reader interested and engaged? A story will never be read if it isn't good.

So where would you begin? Begin a story that has already happened, but been never told, written or seen. Well that last one might be a lie, or is it? Have you witnessed my story? Seen the tales I left behind and the life I lived.

Would you consider this the beginning or rather the end?

Who am I? That's a way! I'll tell you a bit about me, it'll be interesting I promise. Just stay and see if you want to see the whole thing. Please only for this start!

People often say that a stories start must come in third person and set sence for its beginning. But that's not how mine began, but for you it will.

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Today's day no different from others, a cloud filled sky, and a sun obscured yet it still cast upon the life of its land. She was also there, a small speck on a grand scale, yet she experienced a very different life from the rest.

Instead of a cloud filled sky, she received a black ceiling, the only sun to her was a flickering light, dimly lit and shone only for her to see shadows. The irony, litterally and figuratively. What she saw was nothing, and the only irony she felt was the shackles that chained her malnourished wrists and ankles.

Sheltered from the world, but held captive in a prison. Her story began the same way she thought it would end, to her the only thing she knew was that you can never escape from what you're born into.

(It's me, you don't know my name yet, but you'll see. Wait and you will see how this first chapter of my life ends, wait and see. Rome wasn't built in a day. Don't go to the next chapter, because I don't quite like how I convey the beginning of my story last time.)