The whole point of the game is to hit the ball so far that they can’t get it back and throw it at you again.
There has to be a good story idea in this.
The person who has these keys in her pocket, she’s almost a superhero, almost a guardian, she’s something that’s worth a story.
I’m having trouble getting a concrete idea from it though.
Sometimes I read something that fits so well, that I am disheartened that I won’t get to write this, because someone else already did.
i believe i know which will be fastest. but i’m testing it, there are so many factors. i may be missing something.
but he’s not. deep within those sunburned eye sockets, far behind the balls, he’s figured it out. the tests are merely for the thrill of affirmation.
”a place 4 higher beings”
I check into the hotel where terrible things happen.
There isn’t even a room key.
You just take the elevator and close your eyes.
”room 512” by Molly Dorozenski