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| 06 Sep 2014 03:50 PM |
Prologue
“What's going to happen to her?” Malena asked. Salvador was standing in the corner of the ambulance truck, consumed in a book.“I'm sorry, but we can't treat your mother.” The doctor said. He felt sorry for her.
Her mother was sprawled out on the stretcher. “All we can do is keep her on life support, but not for long.” He paused, looking at her with immense sympathy. “I'm sorry.” She fell to her knees beside her dying mother, her eyes filling with tears of grief.
She then saw her brother. He didn't even care.
He left his book, noticing his sister. “There's nothing we can do, Malena.” He said without a hint of humanity. “Grief will get us nowhere. There is no cure for the poison.” He then returns to his document, his face illuminating with surprise.
She fills with rage.
“You should be the one who got hit! It was your fault!” She screamed, charging at Salvador.
“Amazing...” He said, ignoring his sister's plight. Malena's words were phasing right through him as she approached.
The staff restrained her. He continued. “I need to see a doctor. I am a Harvard graduate of Science.” He pulls up his diploma, snatching everyone's attention.
“I can save her.”
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:10 PM |
| Kinda average. Mine usually take a darker route. Really exceptional though. Most ROBLOXians are just nine year olds making stupid MLP fanfictions. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:20 PM |
| Sorry about that. It's hard to include emotion when one of the main characters' main traits is being emotionless. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:27 PM |
Here's an example of what I would write:
Here begins another day. Is there really another way? What else can I really say, when you never feel the suns ray. The voices you hear are in my head. Filled with dread. Regret is not in my dictionary, especially when you're on the contrary. Contradiction is a word best known. Especially when you're the one being sewed. Stiches up and down your body. You cannot help but feel groggy. Damage due from battles of emotion. The need to kill is some-what of a notion. The mind is an engima, not one to be used for recreation. Especially when the thoughts are of your creation. Here I lie in the prison. Paying for the crimes of my reason. Concience is not my specialty. Especially when you're feeling so...doughty.
This is James Worthington. A man who is imprisoned for his crimes against humanity. He is the man who killed 30 people in 30 days. He is truely a man of radical proportion. He has not the ability to speak, but is truely imprisoned in his mind. He is a gravely dangerous man. Especially when he's alone with a knife.
This is an excerpt from my English assignment. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:30 PM |
Nice.
I guess mine's good for a first. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:33 PM |
| Mines a darker side though. Sort of like Arkham City. Its meant to have that gritty crime feel. Its all about the tone. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 06:34 PM |
I enjoy working with dark tones. It's all I really know.
As I mentioned before;this is a first for me. |
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| 06 Sep 2014 07:45 PM |
| What's this supposed to be? |
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| 06 Sep 2014 08:36 PM |
pokéshipping
look it up on google images |
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