Post by wishingiwasadragon on Dec 14, 2008 4:12:27 GMT -5
WHOA. My first thread on my new account. It's absolutely riviting, huh?
ANYways. I'm hoping to be a writer one day. BUUUUUT, I'm very literal, and boring, and that grotesque stuff, so I'm going to PRACTICE writing. Short stories. I don't have the attention span for novels. ANYwho, this first one is about human nature and its animalistic tendencies...I think. I wrote it during a history lucture, so it's pretty short, but I think the point gets a across.
Hope you guys like, if you don't, just lemme know. C:
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Where The Wild Thing Is
I sat and watched them with cautious eyes. They were dancing wildly, crazily. Like animals. Their singing was maddening.
I couldn't stand it. I got up and walked out of the room into a conjoining room with a one-way mirror between the two. I looked at the beasts through the glass. Unconsciously, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, and I thought I had seen my face reflected over one of the monkey's faces. That was the tipping point.
I reached for my rifle and ran back into the room. At first, they looked at me curiously. Until I fired that first shot.
Then they knew fear.
Then I was happy.
I chased each of the remaining two and shot each of them and watched each of them die with tears blurring my vision.
As I watched them die, I felt a little piece of myself fade away.
Afterwards, I cleaned up all the bodies, and disposed of them properly: in the garbage cans. I removed any stains on my clothing or skin and grabbed my coat. I turned the lights of the laboratory off and left.
ANYways. I'm hoping to be a writer one day. BUUUUUT, I'm very literal, and boring, and that grotesque stuff, so I'm going to PRACTICE writing. Short stories. I don't have the attention span for novels. ANYwho, this first one is about human nature and its animalistic tendencies...I think. I wrote it during a history lucture, so it's pretty short, but I think the point gets a across.
Hope you guys like, if you don't, just lemme know. C:
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Where The Wild Thing Is
I sat and watched them with cautious eyes. They were dancing wildly, crazily. Like animals. Their singing was maddening.
I couldn't stand it. I got up and walked out of the room into a conjoining room with a one-way mirror between the two. I looked at the beasts through the glass. Unconsciously, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, and I thought I had seen my face reflected over one of the monkey's faces. That was the tipping point.
I reached for my rifle and ran back into the room. At first, they looked at me curiously. Until I fired that first shot.
Then they knew fear.
Then I was happy.
I chased each of the remaining two and shot each of them and watched each of them die with tears blurring my vision.
As I watched them die, I felt a little piece of myself fade away.
Afterwards, I cleaned up all the bodies, and disposed of them properly: in the garbage cans. I removed any stains on my clothing or skin and grabbed my coat. I turned the lights of the laboratory off and left.