BoneDaddy66

Ttk-ttk-ttk It was the only sound in the dark room. A woman sat on the bed, loading rounds into her gun. The revolver she was currently loading was slightly larger than normal, could easily be mistaken for a magnum. It had the standard six round capacity, and a long barrel. She reached into a leather bag near her, pulled out three glowing bullet shells, and loaded them into the ammo wheel. Ttk-ttk-ttk The window was open, allowing in just a small amount of light from the outside. It was night, but the street lights and occasional passing car was enough for her. Her hair was a shimmering blond, falling down to her hips. She wore a tight lig

Streamers and Fireworks filled the night sky. It was impossoble to move more than a walk through the crowded streets. The village of the winter swan was celebrateing the return of their hero, who just recently pushed back the invadeing forces of the golden lion. the war has been waged for nearly seven years, and the ice swan village has turned the tide the last year that Gen-rotin has been fighting in the front. At no time were Gen-rotin was being talked about, he quickly became a legend amongst the villagers. Gen-rotin, the man that defeated twenty enamy soldiers as the ambushed the camp at night without wakeing any of his men. Gen-rotin, W

"IDs." the guard asked the two nurses as the walked towards him. The two already had their badges in hand, he barley looked as they passed by holding it up. "For a psycho ward, security is pretty intense." the male nurse said aloud. they wore matching white uniforms; exept he had white slacks and she wore a knee length skirt. His hair was parted to the side, giveing it more volume on the top. The woman nudged him with her elbow. "Don't be like that. These people are 'mentally-ill' and security is tight because of the threat of other corpriations. A compedator could sneak in and steal anything promiseing, or just ruin it all together." She h

I want to begin by saying all of this was real at one time, or as real as i can remember it. Logically i can believe it was a dream or my imagination getting loose. Part of me wants to believe that...but i know what i saw. the emotions i felt: deperation and fear, were far too real. i still remember the heat from hiding under the blankets, and the tears coming from my eyes. but i'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain how i got into the situation. I was raised in a house with three older sisters, one mother, and two grandparents. The reasons why i didn't live with my father anymore are the same reasons why my mom worked night shifts for e

Wendy peaked her head from under the covers and looked at the clock on the wall. Jordan's night light gave enough light so that she could see it was fifteen minutes to eleven. By now her mom should be alseep, but her plans said for her to go at eleven and she had full intentions to go by the plan exactly. five minutes later, she got up anywase. she reached under her bed and pulled out her back pack. it was already filled with some snacks and sweets she been saveing up, along with her favorite box of crayons and some paper. she stood over her bag with pride, ready for her adventure. Wendy looked over to the bed on the other side of the room

Tyler grunted hearing his alarm clock sound. He half rolled over and smacked the clock till he hit the snooze button by luck. He rolled back and held onto Tracey. "mmm...you wake up too early babe." Tracey said tirely. "Tell me about it." Tyler mumbled into her forehead. They have been together now for a little over two years. last year he asked her to move in with him, that was the same time he knew he wanted to spend his life with her forever. Ever since her parents divorce when she was seven, she didn't like the idea of marrage. Tyler decided not to push the idea; besides, he didn't want kids. When the alarm went off again, tlyer pulled

The sun was setting in the distance by the time Tyler and Spencer were driveing back into the city. The City would always boast of it's historical grounds, but most of all thats left in the city was apartments or offices. The only places untouched was a park that was usually tagged by gangs and a old fasion restruant. "Come on ya pussy, it's ladies night at blind pete's and i need a wing man" Steven asked "It's fun to watch you get shot down, but not tonight. Tracey is makeing dinner and you know how she gets." "Man fuck that cunt. She couldn't cook to save her life. Hell, dog's stay away from her meals." "Hey, dont say that!" Tyler said

"This shit always happens to me." "Relax, your over exagerateing" "Really? Last monday Taco bell gave me a sprite instead of a coke. Thursday McDonalds gave me saltless fries, and friday at Wendys a fruit salad instead of a cesar. Now, no fucking pickels in my whopper. This is bullshit" Steven said, eating his food as he ranted. "Well maybe this is a sign for you to stop getting take out and start makeing your own meals." Tyler said finishing off his drink. He fished in his jackets pocket for his ciggerets and his lighter. "Piss off, my weight isn't a problem." steven insisted, turning the car on. "...I didn't mention your weight." Tyler

I continued this for a while, i lost all track of time, if this world had any time. I slayed too much to count, my energy was depleted. by the end of the skimish, much of the church was destroyed and dark smoke filled the building. I walked outside to rest, and recieve some fresh air. I plunged my axe into the ground and rested against it, my wounds from battle finally catching up to me. "What now?" i looked up and called to the voices. "What do i do now?" The voices did not respond, the clouds continued to pollute the sky. My breathe was laborred, but i was fueled by rage. "Is this not why i was made? To do your bidding, your mercanary? To

Johny was a boy no older than six, and he was running for his life. His lungs and legs were burning but the cold air froze the sweat on his skin. He felt no pain, the fear was blocking it all out from him.   He looked back at his home, hearing gunshots and a scream. it was a simple two story home out near the wood line, no neighbors for atleast a ten minute walk. It was painted white with yellow window shades. All the lights were off on the first floor, only a few were on in the living room. One from the hallway near the stairs, the other was his room, with his mothers blood covering the window.   The moon shone brightly, so Johny saw the