| All are short stories. None of them exceed 3 pages. Most of them are kept under one. |
Ronald and Jesus 2 - 4[Scene 2 - Nightfall] /Cut from Scene 1 to Scene 2, camera is looking over the two. It is the dead of night, an eerie silence is barely broken by the distant chirps of cicadas and the soft crackling of the fire. Jesus and Ronald are facing seperate directions, yet huddled around a small fire./Ronald and Jesus 2 - 4
Jesus: (Silent for a moment before he turns to Ronald, looking as if he is eager to tell him something. Continues to stare.)
Ronald: (Sensing Jesus's glance. Laggily turns to look at Jesus.) [Annoyed and abrupt.] ...What?
Jesus: (Slightly startled and faces away, embarresed.)
Ronald: [Groaning.] Yeah,
Adventures of Ronald And Jesus[Scene 1 - Defeat] /After being rejected the opportunity to work in a town that they have set their sights on for a while/Adventures of Ronald And Jesus
Jesus: (Turns around to face the path they just came from) Look at that--look at that! That girl can't be much older than eight years, and they allow her to enter!
Ronald: (Grimacing slightly, trying to stray away the subject) Yeah, well.
Jesus: (Turns back to face the road before them) Ridiculous, if you ask my opinion.
Ronald: (Arching his brows slightly) I'm not sure that anybody did.
Jesus: Back to Plainville for us, then.
Ronald: (Turning h
Excerpt"I'm all out of ammo, so I had to kill a guy using guess-what?" he whispered through the receiver mounted just before his shoulder blade, his back snug against the corner of the closet. A static hum projected softly through the transmitter, loud enough to attract the attention of anyone that happened to be nearby. The tip of his pointer finger rolled the volume button to a lower setting, just in time to hear HQ's voice break through.Excerpt
"I don't know, son," the male voice sighed on the other end. "What'd you kill him with?"
With a small smirk, he explained. "I had to kill a man with a magazine."
A scoff of
Assassin's Song"So, she's dead--and you're sure of it?" persisted the tan skinned drebin while he drew two taut scrolls from the drawers beneath him. The assassin stepped forward and leaned his forearm on the desk before the dealer, his face now only inches away from him.Assassin's Song
"She had a knife wound in her spine when I found her, so you tell me," he chuckled. "Face down in 'er own gore, too." A smile crept onto the shopkeep's face, his eyes reflecting the dark humor of the situation. "Disgusting site, if I ever saw one."
The dealer grinned and extended his arm westward. "Hand me that knife, then."
"The box cutter, or...?"
| All are short stories. None of them exceed 3 pages. Most of them are kept under one. |
| I'm a seventeen year old aspiring author. I enjoy System of a Down and Interpol. :] edit-- a lot of my deviations are... different from my other ones. with gamma, i don't want to write a story. i want to write about the battle. But, I can't just write about war and expect people to read, can I? So, in hopes to further improve my writing skills, I'm going to make a story out of it. And yeah, there are shitloads of jumpy points where things just seem to go in random directions. That's because I write Gamma at school--while I'm creating websites. Weird, huh? Sometimes I just want to throw in a div here and there. edit-- hm. it seems as if my pages only take me 15 to 30 minutes. I should probably actually -write- it, instead of jotting down ideas in order. |
Mothman
Joy
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I am the reason your future suffers
I am the hatred you won't embrace
I am the worm of a pure distinction
I am the remedy, spit in my face
We'll end the world
When all hope is gone
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Like Lovecraft?
Like war?
Like horror?
Check out my stories.
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I am the reason your future suffers
I am the hatred you won't embrace
I am the worm of a pure distinction
I am the remedy, spit in my face
We'll end the world
When all hope is gone
i like doing this with my friends!
i give them a word and they write me a short story.
let's see....
write a story or poem with the proper use of the word 'dispel'
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Like Lovecraft?
Like war?
Like horror?
Check out my stories.
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I am the reason your future suffers
I am the hatred you won't embrace
I am the worm of a pure distinction
I am the remedy, spit in my face
We'll end the world
When all hope is gone
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