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| Quill Drop | Jul 5 2012, 03:32 PM Post #1 |
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Part 1 My name is Cor, and I have been thrown in to a living hell. I am 13, I had a happy life, family, friends, an all around nice living. My dad was an accountant, he had a strong build, nice hair, and everyone in the community would say he was a good friend. My mom was a teacher, she had light brown hair, which I inherited. She was a kind hearted women and no one in the town disliked her. One night I was reading a book in the living room when my parents came in with a worried look on their face. They grabbed me and hurried me up to their room and put me in the closet. "Whatever you do, DON'T MAKE A SOUND!" My dad commanded me. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was dead serious. In the closet I noticed a small hole that I could see through. I looked through it, I started on my journey, a journey through hell. My dad was going downstairs and a loud boom followed by my dad's scream. Then there was a loud gunshot and at that moment, I knew My life was going to shit. My mom was still in the room, she had blocked the door with a chair. The chair was soon made into splinters. The people had blown open the door and entered the room. I couldn't move, I just looked through that hole. Three men, dressed in black armor with red cloth in the joints and covering their face like a bandanna. The middle one came forward to my mom and looked at her, she was crying. Before I could react I heard five shots, I knew my mom was dead. Without thinking I a frightened squeal, and one of the men noticed it. He opened the door to the closet to see me crying and scared out of my mind. He raised his gun and I shut my eyes. I heard a shot, but I didn't feel a bullet go through my head. I opened my eyes to see a shield of sorts, a bubble that was pulsing a white-ish yellow-ish aura. It disappeared and the man quickly grabbed me and attempted to drag me, but I would have none of this. "GET OFF OF ME!" I yell at him while trying to kick him to the best of my ability. I used everything that I could to hold on. He eventually go tired of this and gave me a sleeping shot that he had on his belt. My vision became hazy as he carried me down the stairs. I make out my father, or his corpse. I get thrown into the back of a troop transport and handcuffed to a pole. The last thing I saw was my house, being lit on fire, then everything went black. Thanks to JirachitheGreat for giving some feedback and help with flushing out the first part! |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 5 2012, 03:46 PM Post #2 |
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Awesome! |
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| Quill Drop | Jul 6 2012, 07:31 AM Post #3 |
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Yeah, I'm proud of this story already, and it's one I don't have to be depressed to write! Yay! |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 6 2012, 08:10 AM Post #4 |
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Awesome. I'll keep reading. |
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| Quill Drop | Jul 8 2012, 01:38 PM Post #5 |
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My day starts with a bang, literally. The feeling of my head collide with a pole wakes me up. I would rub my sore head but my hands were cuffed to a pole. I soon remember were I am and what happened. The truck came to a stop, and the back door opened, I didn't get a good look around the truck, mainly because I was asleep most of the time and it was pitch black. The light that shined in from the door hurt my eyes. "All right, get out." A armored man barked as he un-cuffed me from the pole only to cuff me again when I stepped out of the truck. I looked over my surroundings. It was a camp, or a prison. It had high fences with barbed wire on them, tall watch towers, and it was filled with kids, the youngest one I saw couldn't have been more the eight, while others looked almost eighteen. I walk with a few "guards" of this place to a building that seemed very official. They take me inside it an one of the men walks to the women at the front desk and whispers something, she nods and they take me to an office. When I enter the office, a few things strike me right away, the room is filled with bookcases and has the scent of clean books. There is a desk, looks like it was made out of a darker wood, and a large window overlooking the massive camp. The man sitting at the desk looks up at the men and then shifts his gaze to me. His eyes feel cold, lifeless. "Now... Tell me, why did you ring this girl here? She is clearly above the appropriate age." He asks with a calm tone. "W... Well Sir," One of the men said with a distinct nervous rattle in his voice, "She was able to m-m-make a shield without a crystal... Sir" "Really now?" He answered with an expression of disbelief, "We must test this..." His vision centered back on me and a grin began to grown on his face, as the feeling of fear grew inside me. The man at the desk whispered something to one of the soldiers, to which he responded with a quick nod. They led me out of the building and to a different structure, this one I could easily tell what its purpose was. It was an insertion building. They led me in and gave me a uniform, it was gray, with some numbers on the upper right torso. I changed into it and waited for the signal, the signal that would mark the moment that I was thrown into hell. |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 8 2012, 02:00 PM Post #6 |
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Test this...oh...O.o Really good! |
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| chichi87 | Jul 9 2012, 07:38 PM Post #7 |
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
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I have suspense building up |
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HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP! Spoiler: click to toggle Lucid dream goals: ★Fly ★Summon things ★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards. | |
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