Day 7 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story.

Beware of everything for everything is trying to kill you. Fear it and you may as well die. That is the first lesson you learn when growing up here. I have seen is happen over and over again. Countless times I have held friends in my arms as they take their last breath. There is no room for fear. And I am beginning to learn that there is no room for sorrow either.