That’s right, I’m doing a story idea and a poem. That’s how awesome you guys are. I might even do a character for ya! 😉
Anyway, here’s the basic idea:
You guys have all at least heard of races horses, what if, in the future, this was taken to another level.
Quick sure feet, strong lungs, observant eyes, Wy is built to run the races she is forced to run. The races where the nobility bet on which runner will die, which will win, which will only survive. The races where Wy lives to feel the rush of adrenaline and the feeling of victory when she is the first to cross the finish line. Her racing name is Wynter’s Opposite. For short, Wy. She is called Wynter’s Opposite because of her skin, it is tan with pale splotches, as if she dumped a bucket of bleach on herself. She is not human, at least she isn’t treated like one. She sleeps in a lightless box with other runners, then brought out to be dressed up and raced, then back into the black box. But then one day, a runner starts a spark, a spark that starts an idea. And soon Wy realizes, that she could live her life a different way.
Maybe once I finish As the Sun Peeks Through the Trees I can write this one up for you guys. Tell me if you think this is a good idea, a strange idea or something I should just discard. OR if you have any ideas to improve it, please comment, it means a lot.