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The_Spy

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A different perspective...
« on: May 21, 2009, 03:34:43 am »
Light. Too much light.

I froze. There was something, something in front of me. Suddenly, I felt compelled to protect it. Its large, bulbous head and long arms were attractive to me. I loved it. I heard it speak: "Go fourth, destroy all that stand in your path."
 I saw in my head, a thing. It had two long things that held it up, two puny sticks with smaller sticks on the end, and an oval on its top, with a hole in the middle, a triangle pointing out, and two more smaller shapes with moving things in them. I felt a sudden rush of hatred, PURE hatred towards this creature.
 
I wanted to kill all of them!

Wipe them out!
 
I tuned, and moved to the nearest exit. I passed by a bizarre tube. I stopped, and went to examine it. It, whatever it was, was hollow, and filled with a kind of bubbling liquid. I stuck my head in it.
Everything went dark.

Light.

More Light.

I opened my eyes. I saw my companion, my family looking at me. I realized; it had saved me! It had saved my mind!

I said "My child," (I guess I am it's child) "Go fourth and do what you must,"

So I did.

I left the area that was my home. Traveling down a hallway, I saw the hated thing! It was holding a peice of metal, about the size of my body. It pointed it at me.
BANG-BANG-BANG!

Pain. I must run! My family said "Run, child, RUN!"

I ran. I soon put the creature far behind me. I shuddered. I felt my body pushing something out, my flesh mending. Something went Clink-clink on the ground. I looked at it.
It was small, very small. about the size of my leg, but smaller. it was shiny, and pointed at the end. I kicked it. It skittered away from me.
I was angry again. I wanted the blood of the creature and its bizzare spitting friend. I ran.
I saw it at the end of the corridor. It saw me, and aimed the thing at me but before it could spit, I jumped into the creatures face and BIT! It screamed and feel backwards, slumped against the wall.
Blood. It tasted good.
End of part one.
There is no spoon. Or no continent called Europe. No spoon or Europe. Okay, that makes sense.

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Re: A different perspective...
« Reply #1 on: May 21, 2009, 04:45:59 am »
not bad

("forth" not "fourth" - unless you mean "after third", "turned" not "tuned", "fell" not "feel", "piece" not "peice", "its" not "it's" - ur 2 for 3)

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Re: A different perspective...
« Reply #2 on: May 21, 2009, 06:18:49 am »
Lots of writing recently.  ???
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Re: A different perspective...
« Reply #3 on: May 21, 2009, 08:53:27 am »
Curiosity killed the dretch  :D
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Re: A different perspective...
« Reply #4 on: May 21, 2009, 02:58:22 pm »
sigged  ;D
..>.Curiosity killed the dretch.<..