Ello this is a story prompt if you would like to write a story just answer with one and whoever has the best story gets brainliest! Have fun!!! (please abide by the rules ty) rules:
-has to be PG
-Same thing as the last but to clarify, no cussing
-lots of detail
-make sure to write the full story
-use your imagination!!!

Story Prompt
It is March 15, in the year 2514. The people of former New York are in desperate circumstances. They are being overrun, and they are losing hope. The banners proclaiming a Free the Real NYC lie in the gutters, trampled by terrified and panicked citizens. Two teens are on their way home from a secret meeting. As they walk in the shadows to avoid detection, they both trip on a huge titanium cylinder. Etched into the surface is a series of scratched-out words. The only words they can make out are, "he will prevail." They drag the heavy cylinder into a hidden alleyway and twist it open. The glow from their flashlights reveals the contents of the cylinder. With gasps of relief, they look at each other with hope in their eyes for the first time in years.

Think about these ideas as you write your story:

How much time has passed since the news article was published?
Who are these teens? What are their names? What are they like?
What was the secret meeting about?
What is their conflict?
What is going on in NYC in 2514?
Who is working against them?
What do they learn at the end of the story?

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Explanation:

I don't know if this is good but here. this is the title

I CANT BELIEVE YOUR MINE.

It was a glorious, colorful autumn.

We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!”

I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.

As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.

“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.

As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.

“So Ava…” She began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.

“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.

She looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”

“Okay.” I said.

“The person I like… …is you.”

I drop my drink.  

classical and renaissance ideals. he mainly focused in historical paintings, so you could also say that he drew his artistic inspiration from the bible, since he depicted and painted many scenes from it.