The story I’m focusing on for the next thirty days is a brand new, currently untitled work of currently undetermined length about a traumatized former teen superhero who’s gone off the grid for college.
Day 1: write five possible first sentences
Lydia never asks about my scars despite her desperate curiosity.
Battling winter winds all the way across campus is nearly worse than the time [insert cool villain name] turned half the team into ice sculptures. Guess which half of the team I was on.
My parents always wanted what was best for themselves.
Secret identities barely exist thanks to social media. More power to the supers who like the attention, but it took a lot of time and shady favors for me to disappear.
“Introduce yourself to the class” should’ve died a miserable death in grade school, but Professor Bell points us out at random and asks we regale him with our life stories. I try to sound convincing as I lie through my teeth.