Random writing again
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Thread Topic: Random writing again
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give me an idea and I'll write about it.
I don't do fan fics or teen drama. -
Um.. I dunno. A horror story? With lots of blood. .w.
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Santa Claus but as a guy who murders children.
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OH GODAMNIT I READ THAT AS "Santa Claus but as a guy who murders chicken."
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The smell of iron was overwhelming. In the center of the room, the jolly fat elf stood, dripping with the entrails of this years entire naughty list. His breathing was shaky as he held the disembodied arm of little Jimmy.
"You know," he said, turning towards me "My suit isn't actually red until I write the naughty list."
He reached behind himself and pulled out a hammer. A shred of skin with fragments of someone else's skull still hung from the handle.
"Ho. Ho. Ho." -
xD I love that.
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That's freakin awesome!
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keep em commin'
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*shrug* This is kind of a prompt I took from my own crap but I kind of want to see what you can come up with it: The skies are grey and the weather is blue.
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Pencils that come to life to stab the people who once owned them :p
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The girl who hides behind a thousand masks
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"The skies are grey and the weather is blue.
Huh, she always had a way of making things sound so poetic." James smiled faintly; looking up towards the cloudy sky.
A man in a tan trench coat stood a distance behind him.
"You really miss her, huh?"
"You couldn't imagine."
"They say you were there that night. Would you mind telling me what happened?"
"The jury has already proven me innocent."
"I know, I just want the story."
James' lip quivered as he knelt down infront of the stone.
"You raise them up. You put them in public schools. You set aside money for college. And you tell yourself that you're doing a good job. That they'll do alright. And then some fucker with a knife decides that he needs a few bucks more than you do, and he takes so much more."
"They say he was strung out on coke."
"Is that supposed to make it okay? He was strung out on coke and now she's dead."
"Nothing ever makes it okay."
"She told me she wanted to be a psychiatrist. She wanted to help me." James smiles for a second as a tear slides past his cheek. "She was an A B student. All honors classes. She would have made it."
"I'm sorry..."
"You asked..." -
It's been 6 years since the attack. Everyone's resorted to using chalk these days. Much safer. schools are still too dangerous to go in. We've only recently been able to clear out the offices.
We lost so many lives. So many innocent people. -
That is really good. You are a very talented writer.
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Damn.
Told ya you were better than me. xP
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