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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| This was Untitled Work #5, but I accidentally deleted the post, so I just gave it a temporary working title, and reposted what I had.
The freeway always seem so dead after they arrive. Eight lanes on both sides, empty, and covered in a fine dust. The sun deadened above through the thick yellow cloud. Sounds of the air filtering through the gas mask invaded his ears, his rifle clicking as he stepped slow and heavy down the desolate highway. The homeless gathered in overturned vehicles under the 110 interchange overcrossing over the 105 freeway. He walked past them, watching them sit in their makeshift tents solemnly breathing in the toxic cloud. His mobile command vehicle sat yards behind him, headlights casting solid beams away from the vehicle. The carnage lay ahead, a mountain of crushed vehicles swimming in a pool of vehicular fluids tinged with blood. Beyond the mountain, a chasm lay waste to what had been the rest of the interchange between the 110 south and the 105 freeway, bounded on both sides by a wreckage border. He stopped walking and knelt down to inspect a small object at the foot of the wreckage mountain. A small cloth doll resting in a pool of green antifreeze and blood and, a few feet away, the outstretched, lifeless hand of a little girl protruding from the bottom of the wreckage pile--from beneath what looked like a crushed SUV. He stepped around it, and past the hand, up onto the mountain of metal and glass to the ridge overlooking the chasm below. In the center of the mile-diameter hole, a smoldering space rock rested spewing the yellow toxic cloud from its depths. A gated government perimeter erected a few hundred feet around the rock prevented unauthorized access to the crater field. Several mobile structures were set up around the gated area, each shielded and reinforced to prevent harm from the toxic gases. Toxic Control Personnel, which included him, walked around the wreckage in protective armored suits, inspecting the results of last week's event. They had been warned several months before of an impending impact from a giant celestial structure headed for Los Angeles, but when the government learned that it's trajectory would place the object far away from Downtown Los Angeles, they chose to cover up the newfound information. It hit on a Friday, at the peak of rush hour, casting a giant shadow over that section of Lynwood for over half an hour before impacting. The freeway was filled to capacity on both sides, with traffic on all levels of the multilevel interchange between the 110 and 105 freeways. He had been placed on standby that day, with a team of TCP soldiers, a few miles east of the impact site. They waited, and watched through high powered telescopes, as the rock--half a mile in diameter--entered the atmosphere, cleared the clouds, and decimated several hundred vehicles, people, homes, and two highways. They could have evacuated the area. They could have prevented all this loss. Instead, they played cover-up story, informing the public that the rock instead was a solar eclipse. Though it had cast an enormous shadow upon the small portions of the city as it closed in, it was no solar eclipse. He stood at the top of the wreckage mountain, watching the yellow fumes waft in the breeze, slowly spreading across Southern California choking out the sun and any whom had yet to acquire their gas masks and protective supplies. Riots had ensued amongst the pandemonium following the impact. Nearby hardware supply stores were liquidated of their painting supplies and any form of mask that could filter the air. Supermarkets and warehouse stores left desolate a few hours following the impact. Those who could get away flooded the remaining freeways heading north and east of California. Entire cities were turned into ghost towns by Monday morning. Again, time constraints. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| You nearly made me cry describing the little girl's hand. Damn you.
You better continue this, it's different from the others and I want to know what happens! It creeps me out to no end that I was on the 110 today and went past that interchange. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| This one was meant to be a stub, meaning, I never intended on working on it and/or finishing it. It was more of an exercise for me, in descriptive emotion writing. Well, since I always seem to have some kind of following no matter what piddle I write, I guess you can just close it. I don't intend on finishing this one.
Zoso's cat is hovering in front of me right now as I type. I see a little kitty tail passing me, and now that kitty tail has worked it's way around to the chair. Weirdo kitty. And, it was the simplest description of the girl's hand. It was one sentence. I didn't know I could carry that much emotion in one sentence. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-09-06 01:28 AM) |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| It's simple really, I am quite good at visualizing things that I read... and for some reason images of dead children upset me like that. Must be the girl in me.
Aww... this one was kinda interesting. I wanted to know more about what had happened with the "space rock" and what the gas was, as well as about the riots and everything else. The setting was different and cool. I'm not going to close this, since others might want to leave comments as well. |
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