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I need to write a journal. I need the premise for a story. I need characters to be in this story. I need a thick plot and character depth. I need a structured outline to develop a story upon. No panics, no worries.

We have a house. A Victorian house that could use some renovations and exterior maintenance, but a quaint, tranquil house nonetheless. A mother and her two children live in this house. The father had passed away in an accident that occurred on his way to the second job he had taken up to help support his family. The mother, Hilda Lorule, was a tender woman and crushed from the loss of her husband but was determined not to let it erode her mettle. She was a woman of valor and pride, and would never let such harsh circumstances squash her ambitions of becoming a tight rope walker or deny her of providing for her kids. She had never had a real job or any possessions to call her own, except her kids and her aspiration to walk on ropes. Luckily, they had a nice lump sum coming from the life insurance to cover the living expenses for a couple of weeks. The kids were spitting images of their parents. The daughter had many of the same mannerisms her mother had, and the boy held an alarming resemblance to that of his father. A sickening, haunting resemblance, thought the mother. So much in fact that one day while the boy was drawing pictures in the window sill, the mother crept up behind him, pulled out a kitchen knife,
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Peculiar, isn't it? Not so, thought Hilda. For she had secretly been the cause of her husband's death that day. Hilda secretly loathed her husband for working so much for their family and forcing her to stay home to manage their offspring. After all, she could have been hundreds of feet in the air stepping on ropes and receiving adoration from a fanatic audience who was in awe of her devilish feats. She could neither bear to be restricted to that Victorian cage nor to see the ghost of her former lover in the face of that boy. She felt no remorse for her actions. The only thing troubling her was explaining this all to her daughter. Surprisingly, the daughter felt coldly indifferent about all of the events and confessed to sharing the same hopes and dreams that her mother did. The two then disappeared to a world only Barnum and Bailey truly understand.