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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

Since last post: 695 days
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Posted on 06-20-05 01:45 PM Link | Quote

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The blood dripped slowly off his fingertips onto the hot sand sizzling as it impacted against the hot desert. His short highlighted hair ruffled slightly in the warm breeze, a trail of the crimson blood leading down from his chin across his black shirt silhouetting around the four inch gash in his gut. His breathing slow, but faltering, he stared through the crack in his sunglasses at the neverending desert, staring beyond the wreckage of his helicopter to the orange setting sun. He turned to watch the pilot slowly drag his broken body across the sand trying to get away. Reaching into his shoulder holster, he removed the chrome plated .45 that had been his only friend during the last fifteen years of solitude and pointed it squarely at the pilot's head.

The few birds miles away fluttered about at the loud gunshot. The pilot, resting in a pool of spattered brain matter and blood, clutched the ground in his final moments, sand and clay running through his bloodied fingers. The dark figure lowered his gun, replacing it into his shoulder holster and spied the approaching night sky. His vision darkened, not because of the night, not because of the sunglasses, but of the massive blood loss. He dropped heavily to his knees, expelling a stream of blood infused air, dropping down to his hands holding his body over the hot sand.

The blood reminded him of those first days long ago when he began disassociate with society; the few drops forming small shapes as they sizzled and splattered on the hot clay. His sunglasses slid off his face, breaking on the unforgiving ground, shattering much like his heart had a little over a decade ago. He coughed a final time, then joined the pilot for his final warm earthly embrace.


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Spartan

Metal battleaxe
Is back. Kind of.








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Posted on 06-20-05 03:40 PM Link | Quote
Hmm....Interesting and vivid imagry
Elara

Divine Mamkute
Dark Elf Goddess
Chaos Imp
Penguins Fan

Ms. Invisable








Since: 08-15-04
From: Ferelden

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Posted on 06-20-05 10:02 PM Link | Quote
I got to second that one. It painted a very clear image... very gory image at that, but it was beautiful. You really are excellent when it comes to imagery, I'm envious to be honest.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

Since last post: 695 days
Last activity: 695 days
Posted on 06-21-05 02:14 AM Link | Quote
It's nothing, really. I just have a gift that I can't control. Sometimes, its there and it makes my writing meaningful. Sometimes, its gone and the work needs work. But, in the end, I hate everything I do.
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