The red line moved across the page.

With each millimeter it advanced forward,

something changed in the room. The actual change taking place was difficult to
perceive, but the change was real. The red line continued relentlessly across the
page and the room would never be the same.
His mother had always taught him not to ever think of himself as better than
others. He'd tried to live by this motto. He never looked down on those who were
less fortunate or who had less money than him. But the stupidity of the group of
people he was talking to made him change his mind.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally peeked through the rain for the
first time in a week, and the birds were sinf=ging in its warmth. There was no way
to anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case scenario and there was
no way out of it.
The wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been
over a week since their last meal and they were getting desperate. The cubs would
make a good meal, but there were high risks taking on the mother Grizzly. A
decision had to be made and the wrong choice could signal the end of the pack.
He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but
something seemed missing. Then it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of
his eyes and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt
to capture his thoughts hoping the results would produce something that was at
least half their glory.
She reached her goal, exhausted. Even more chilling to her was that the euphoria
that she thought she'd feel upon reaching it wasn't there. Something wasn't right.
Was this the only feeling she'd have for over five years of hard work?
The bowl was filled with fruit. It seemed to be an overabundance of strawberries,
but it also included blueberries, raspberries, grapes, and banana slices. This was
the meal Sarah had every morning to start her day since she could remember. Why she
decided to add chocolate as an option today was still a bit of a surprise, but she
had been in the process of deciding she wanted to change her routine. This was a
baby step to begin that start.