The man across the street is trimming branches off a tree with a chain saw. He stops suddenly and tries to see into the window of the house. Begin the story with this setting/idea. It is not necessary to put the words in the piece if you don't wish to do so.
Use these verbs: gasp, turns, crush, flutter, bonk
Use these nouns: Porsche, projector, tear
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As he peers through the window, the man sees something flutter to the floor.
He gasps, then holds his hand to his mouth, alarmed. The house was supposed to be empty. The man turns off his saw and, going around to the door, knocks loudly.
"Is anybody there?"
From behind the house a car starts up, its muffler letting out a roar. A Porsche speeds down the driveway and veers through a flowerbed. It crushes two rosebushes as it speeds away.
He tries the door and, finding it open, goes in. Groping for a switch, he turns on the light. Inside, he finds a projector. It is running and, on the wall, he sees a picture of a woman. She has tears in her eyes and a bright red scar on one cheek.
At that moment, someone comes up behind him, very quietly, and bonks him on the head.
When he awakes the projector is gone, the house empty, his wallet, gone.
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The man across the street is trimming branches off a tree with a chain saw. He stops suddenly and tries to see into the window of the house.
As he leans over and turns his head, he lets out a gasp, noticing a Porsche flying around turns at high speed on a big projector screen inside. Then, the man noticed a butterfly flutter by. He wanted to crush it with his free hand but missed. With a tear in his eye, he bonked his chain saw against the tree.
The man across the street is trimming branches off a tree with a chain saw. He stops suddenly and tries to see into the window of the house.
Through the blurry window he sees a pale figure of a lady in white dress flitting in the pitch black room. Her hands scratched over the window pane; then the shutter closes with deadly stillness. The man stares at the window, his eyes are widening while he tries to hold his breath. A chill is running down his spine inch by inch. Spontaneously he reaches one of his hand as if he wants to save that lady, but only the chain saw in his hand, cold and heavy. He squints, trying to figure out what is happening inside the room. The morning moist clouds his vision, he cannot see anything.
The man tries to comfort himself with a humorless laugh: “you are just freaking out,” he whispers to himself.
The man across the street is trimming branches off a tree. Suddenly, his chain saw shuts down. When he lowers his head to check if there is something wrong, he hears a scream of a woman, at the same time, a crow flutters from the direction of the window of the house by him. He gasps, then stretches his neck trying to see what happens in the house. Carelessly, he drops the saw against the roof and then down to crushes the hood of a Porsche, which is parked in front of the garage. He bonks his head. "Damn! I could not afford to pay it." Tears almost well up in his eyes but, "Whatever, someone's probably in danger needing a hand," he thinks.
He runs to the main door and knocks loudly. "Hey, hey! Are you okay?"
After a while, an old lady opens the door.
When he says, "I heard a scream..." he sees a projector and screen inside the house.
"We're watching movies," the lady replies.
Just then, he hears a man's voice behind him.
"Do you know who damages my car?"
He turns around looking at the young man. "Umm...I...I..."
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