Post by DGN on Feb 22, 2011 17:45:48 GMT -5
As I believe some of you may know, I have an interest in creative writing; expressing your feelings through words of pure content-or contempt-ment, releasing all your thoughts into a story.
I do it every so often. Just today, bored because I already did all my homework, and they gave me a chance to do my homework, I decided to make this:
I looked out into the city. Every car was destroyed. Several buildings had collapsed, and some had been completely obliterated. If a person didn’t know any better, they’d think that it had been subject to a nuclear explosion. However, they were completely unaware that this was just the mark of White Blood. The most disastrous humanoid in the world. How he turned out as such a powerful dictator, such a super powerful creature is far beyond my comprehension.
I looked at the sky behind me. Dusk was impeding, and White Blood would soon shed his mark…yet again. I turned on my jet shoes, and blasted off toward the little crevice within the valley. Shooting downwards, I unsheathed my electroness sword and broke my fall with a strike to the ground. Not a scratch and sound as always. I walked into my little cavern, and looked at the map. It appeared that, already, his large spaceship was flying over the city. Any remaining human would’ve been blasted and destroyed by his powerful particles, dying a slow and painful death.
…however…
Usually, I would care about the people in this city. But after they betrayed me, presented my back to White Blood’s deathly hand, they had it coming to them. There was no regret on their case…and now there was no regret on mine. Did I feel any pain toward them? No. After the horrible, horrible apocalypse, I was the only one remaining…El Maiz, Waterwave Julian, Metal Mark…and my son from the future….Zight…all destroyed. There was no future for me. I had no reason to continue living. But yet…
There was an unusual force that somehow kept me alive. It gave me a will to continue on, despite the hatred I posed towards the humans, and the horrid they posed to me. The bond I had with White Blood was too strong…I would only be destroyed as long as he kept on living. What help did they need? What help did they contribute to the society? Heck, back in B.C., economy, the government, and so many civilized things were inexistent! The role of life was to hunt or be hunted and to spread your genes. That was it. Now, the major thing in life is wars, and, to my horrid disgust, the obsession over “dis”course.
The only thing I fear is that one day, a hero will shine. A hero who will take down White Blood. He will free me from this horrible curse, this chain of being tied to that man-thing. If he is destroyed, and I am still alive, however…yeah, as if that would happen. Fate is set for me to die with that man, my nemesis….
For now, though, I’ll just have to lie down and wait for the future to happen.
I do it every so often. Just today, bored because I already did all my homework, and they gave me a chance to do my homework, I decided to make this:
I looked out into the city. Every car was destroyed. Several buildings had collapsed, and some had been completely obliterated. If a person didn’t know any better, they’d think that it had been subject to a nuclear explosion. However, they were completely unaware that this was just the mark of White Blood. The most disastrous humanoid in the world. How he turned out as such a powerful dictator, such a super powerful creature is far beyond my comprehension.
I looked at the sky behind me. Dusk was impeding, and White Blood would soon shed his mark…yet again. I turned on my jet shoes, and blasted off toward the little crevice within the valley. Shooting downwards, I unsheathed my electroness sword and broke my fall with a strike to the ground. Not a scratch and sound as always. I walked into my little cavern, and looked at the map. It appeared that, already, his large spaceship was flying over the city. Any remaining human would’ve been blasted and destroyed by his powerful particles, dying a slow and painful death.
…however…
Usually, I would care about the people in this city. But after they betrayed me, presented my back to White Blood’s deathly hand, they had it coming to them. There was no regret on their case…and now there was no regret on mine. Did I feel any pain toward them? No. After the horrible, horrible apocalypse, I was the only one remaining…El Maiz, Waterwave Julian, Metal Mark…and my son from the future….Zight…all destroyed. There was no future for me. I had no reason to continue living. But yet…
There was an unusual force that somehow kept me alive. It gave me a will to continue on, despite the hatred I posed towards the humans, and the horrid they posed to me. The bond I had with White Blood was too strong…I would only be destroyed as long as he kept on living. What help did they need? What help did they contribute to the society? Heck, back in B.C., economy, the government, and so many civilized things were inexistent! The role of life was to hunt or be hunted and to spread your genes. That was it. Now, the major thing in life is wars, and, to my horrid disgust, the obsession over “dis”course.
The only thing I fear is that one day, a hero will shine. A hero who will take down White Blood. He will free me from this horrible curse, this chain of being tied to that man-thing. If he is destroyed, and I am still alive, however…yeah, as if that would happen. Fate is set for me to die with that man, my nemesis….
For now, though, I’ll just have to lie down and wait for the future to happen.