Write Me Now- The Informant

Write Me Now is a game to help improve your creativity by practicing writing, which is the key of becoming a good writer. Test your imagination by writing a story that you didn’t choose. You will be given a beginning and an ending, and you get to fill the story with whatever plot you come up with to link them together. Share what you wrote here in the comments space below with other writers and see how they imagined the story to be. So open up your mind and let the stream of ideas gush into reality and let’s write me now


The Beginning:

I woke up panting, with my heartbeats racing my thoughts. I was told not to fear Saddam Hussein or any of his guards, and that she would protect me against all odds for as long as I gave her what she needed. I just couldn’t help the tinkle of fear and disgust that rushed in my body and through my veins every single time I slept with Saddam Hussein.

Seven years ago, I lived in a beautiful tiny farm with my family; it was the only thing my father had inherited from his father before him. Until one day, the well-groomed and suited man came to us and ordered us to leave for good, because Saddam Hussein needed this particular land. My father refused without a doubt! Three hours later, I heard gunfire and everyone was dead in a fraction of a second, including me. But unfortunately, I stayed alive.

6 months ago, Diana the CIA agent has stationed me inside Saddam Hussein’s palace as one of his mistresses and as her only informant in here. Since there is no such thing as a free lunch, she had promised me the American citizenship and a clean slate in return. However, there was a thin line between what she implied in her promise and what I actually sought, revenge. Evidently, I don’t give the slightest fuck about America or Iraq, they could all go to hell for all I care.


….Write me now….


The Ending:

I was blindfolded and dragged to the scorching desert. I heard them digging for my grave, to bury me alive. The CIA betrayed me. Or maybe Saddam knew about my cover. Either way, I couldn’t breathe. The only thing I could do was pray for someone to rescue me. 

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