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Write the prologue for a book, whether you've already written it or not.
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Lies

     Running was all my mind could think of. Running, getting away, escaping. My legs carried me as far as they could go until I reached a stone wall that stretched as far as the eye could see in either directions. No way out; trapped. He would be here soon, the man who so desperately wanted revenge. I could feel him coming closer. 

     My heart thumped in my chest, my breathing was rapid, my head was pounding. Think. Stone wall, no way out, what do I do? Climbing wasn't really an option, the stones stretched up too far. He rounded the last corner, stopped in his tracks. His laugh could've shattered glass, so unforgiving, so cold. Closer and closer he came, but still no ideas tugged at my mind. Thoughts swirled inside my head, fogging up my mind. So this is where it ends? An old maze I wish I had never stumbled upon? 

     My back was against the wall, feeling its reality and what it meant. My hands slid over its cold stones, the ivy making its path along the wall; but then I felt it, a loose brick in the otherwise impenetrable stretch of wall. The man's feet carried himself closer to where I was standing, there wasn't much time left. He raised his left hand, revealing a gun. But before he had even risen the weapon, my hand had already pushed the stone, and I was falling, falling, falling...

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