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"Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel so alone
This is my home..."
I wanna write a story about a mass murderer. :]
I mean, that's not odd for me, but I've already got an entire biography going.
I want the setting to be a war type of place.
[If you steal my ideas I'll gut you like a fish]
Her name is Kristy Just, but that isn't her real name.
She awoke in a strange place, an abandoned hospital. She wore a pair of baggy camo pants and a black tank top. She didn't know who she was, or why she was here. Looking in the mirror was like seeing a total stranger, she couldn't help but tug very lightly at the many earings that dangled from her elongated ears, and stare in something between awe and disgust at the abnormally long hair that just spilled down her back, completely straight.
When she exited the building someone called to her, yelling something about why wasn't she at the camp? It wasn't safe to be around here when they were about to bomb it. It was a guy, who looked far too young to be wearing that uniform. She was about to protest when she there was an explosion just to her right. Perhaps not just, but across the street.
That was when she noticed that this place was lifeless. She allowed herself to run with the boy back to whatever camp they were talking about. From there they handed her an outdated Soviet, or, at least, looked like one, and offered her a number of ancient weapons. Swords and things.
She looked at them cluelessly, and they returned the look, assuming that she was stupid.
Actually. I'm going to write it here.
And I want your ideas and feedback.
Kaykay?
"...Back up, you don't know if you've never been here,
You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am."
Three Days Grace- Move
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Thu Apr 10, 2008 @ 01:26am · 0 Comments |
