Today I wrote a short story about this Fallen Angel who has these incredible eyes. Its told from the POV of this small town boy who fell in love with her after hey found her wandering in the forest pretending that she doesn't know who she is.
The villagers teach all the basic skills of life and all these maths and sciences. She gets accepted into Harvard. When she goes, she meets this other Fallen Angel named Michael, and they start going out.
He ends up killing her, and the small town boy is called to identify the body. Her eyes were wide open.
He reads her diary, and learns about everything that happened throughout her whole life.
This is a really bad description I must say. I don't really know how to make it better, but this is the general idea.

Man, this sucks.

Good day, my little minions who read this. 
I was thinking of a story, seeing how I could plot it, but I just couldn't see it as a book. It was playing out in my mind like a play or movie. So I thought, why not write a script? 
Its about this woman, who is in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. A police officer and forensic anthropologist visit her, revealing the fact that they found the body of her dead sister.  The woman, Bea, begins telling them about her sister. On the stage, all the times throughout her life and being done. 
Then she starts talking to them about the night she remembers the most. Her mother was at work and her older brother, a talented musician, was babysitting them. She was seven, her sister was four, and her brother was fourteen. He was practicing in his room, quite loud, so they took a mattress and begun playing on the stairs. They took turns pushing each other down the stairs, but one time, she pushed her sister a little too hard and she went tumbling down the stairs. The girl, now a woman, ran down after her, listening for her breathing. Once she was sure her little sister was still alive, she yells to her brother, but he was playing too loud. She runs up to get him, but when they get back, she wasn't breathing anymore. The brother tried to do CPR, but he didn't know how. The mother comes home to two of her children crying on the stairs and the other one dead. The mother thought of her other children and buried the body on the beach.