The Poverty of Hunger
This is where my story begins. I am hungry and even the smell of the cabbages our neighbours are perpetually boiling is enough to make my mouth water. I open the cupboard door, even though I have opened it three times already, hoping that maybe a half empty bag of cheerios will magically appear if I wish it hard enough.
A half empty bag of cheerios does not appear. Nor does any other food for that matter. I have maybe a couple dollars left, and the idea of using my last little bit of cash is extremely painful.
I slam the front door behind me. The gas fumes invade my nostrils and make me want to retch. The street is dirty. I run to the corner store and find the cheapest item they are selling, a pack of bubblegum. A pack of bubblegum will do nothing to quell my hunger. I buy a loaf of cheap bread and sit on the door step of the store, stuffing the bread into my mouth. I am eating like a rabid dog. A little boy points to me and laughs. I haven’t eaten for almost three days, so I don’t care, and I don’t stop.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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I used this is where my story begins because I wanted to prompt myself into writing something. It helped inspire me.
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Firstly, why waste characters telling us this is where the story begins?? Just jump in. Of course it's the beginning!
Secondly, I love the cabinet door opening and wishing. It's so true!
Thirdly, why is it so fume-y outside?
Fourthly, I love the stuffing of the bread and not caring, but I'm not sure the person cares about the street being dirty. It does make we want to think this some sort of post-apocalyptic thing, though. The dirty streets and the fumes don't have to be post-apocalyptic or dystopian, but they can be.