This was my story.

I was the happiest girl in the world. My mother was the most beautiful woman whose heart was pure platinum and my dad was the most powerful man in the industry. None of my dreams went by without being made to come true by their love and money. Some even came true before I could dream them.

Then it came in tongues of flames and fury, claiming everything I had ever loved. In my 16-year-old eyes the fire could have easily beaten the size of Everest at any given time. It took both my angels away, never to return. And I was left alone to weep floods and floods of liquid agony, longing and desperation down my cheeks for ten long years. There were times when I thought I should just cut my meaningless life short and go with them, wherever they are.

But God, He had other plans for me. It all began with the growl on the roof, which sounded hungry.

This was my story.

p/s: It could be yours, too.

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You are invited to continue this story in the comment section.

Three sentences per-person, proceeding from where the previous commenter left off. You have unlimited turns to write.

Let's see where the story will go. Hehe. I'll do the first three sentences.