A lone figure sat still in the darkness. Within the wavering abyss, a lone candle, barely flickering, sat on a table before him among numerous cardboard boxes, their puzzle pieces scattered on the floor. His face could not be seen - if he had one, it could not have been said. Reaching down past his chair, he plucked up a piece and brought it into the candle's glow.1
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A contest entry
- Starting Paragraphs by TwilightTimelord.
175 points, ended December 25, 2008, 27 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ooh, very good! Please say there's more! I really enjoyed this, I must remember to read the rest. Wonderful imagery and descriptions! Great job, thanks for entering!
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