A have a one shot kinda thing I wrote a while ago. It's a bit dark and may not make sense, but can I post it here to see what can be improved?
Burning. He smirked a twisted smile of utter evil. You could see the flames raging in his pure black pupils as his mouth released a loud cackle. His long bony fingers tossed away the matches to the black tinged floor; with a twist of his bare burnt foot the flames were out. They were gone, yet the damage remained. His piercing black eyes jumped around the fallen building. It had been a posh house. Big with many floors. Tiles and portraits surrounding the ever lasting walls. It was home to a snobby couple with a young child...Or had been home to, anyway. The building was now broken beyond repair. Walls and floors had crumbled down, furniture become alight, and smoke had suffocated everything in sight. The boy had moved fast. He had waited till night fell, till everyone was asleep and the neighborhood was at peace, before making his mark. He had skillfully climbed through a carelessly open window before striking the familiar matches. Then he watched, mesmerised for a moment, before putting out the matches and darting away from the still ablaze house. He ran for what seemed like miles. His long legs, enveloped loosely by jeans, carrying him quickly across open fields. He ran for hours, knowing people would come after him soon. He needed to get away while it was still dark, whilst know one could see him. Even if it was light, no one would be able to see the boy well though. His dark jeans and leather jacket camaflauged him well. The only flaw was his pale skin, but that was covered by small black boots, gloves, and a mop of dark hair. After running for eternity, he eventually reeached a wood. His pace slowed to a jog and he kept his head down, as he traveled into it's shadowed figure. He came to a stop outside a tall skeleton tree. His hands gripped a rope material hanging from a high branch and he pulled his strong build up with ease. Minutes passed and he finally made it to the branch at the top. He pulled himself up carefully then crouched on the thick branch, catching his breath. Tic, toc, tic, toc. His fathers' old watch sung, strapped to the boys' wrist. He turned to glare at it, hatred in his eyes. "Stupid thing. Shut up!" He exclaimed quietly, in an irratated tone. Anyone watching woukd be surprised by what the boy did next. Still crouched down, he wrapped his thin arms around his knees and rocked back and forth on the branch. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," the boy repeated over and over, looking into the still dark sky. He squeezed shut his eyes. "It's okay Father. I'm continueing your business. We'll show the world" A half smile played across the boys' chapped lips. Rain began to fall from the sky, as if God was annoyed by the boys' strange words. Soon thunder came, rumbling loudly. Then the lightning began to strike...Nearby. The boy simply continued to look up and murmur to himself, untouched by the drastic change of weather. "It's okay Father. The business is still running. That was the 17th house last night. You'd be proud. It's okay. It's o-" Lightning flashed. Again and again. Coming nearer. Nearer. Closer. Close. BAM! A lightning bolt hit the tree. It quickly fell down, sprawling out upon the wet grass and squashing the boy. Killing him instantly. Nearly instantly. In the few seconds before the weight killed him, the boy looked up at the sky. His face was emotionless, yet his eyes showed sorrow. "It's not okay Father...I'm sorry."
Haha yeah.I used to be a really cheesey writer, dunno when it changed.Now I find it impossible to write happy stories. And nah, but thank you.
I think their needs to be some action/drama/romance novel from a zombie point of view :3 as in, a zombie actually retains his personality and thoughts, and wonders why in the world he's actually a zombie. He can't feel pain, and he actually dries to eat decent food. And, as luck would favor it, he falls in love with a survivor who always thinks the zombie guy is trying to eat her
Yea. So. I'm taking a beak. It's just been really rough lately and I need some space. Bye. Ill see you guys around eventually, Fox.
0.0 oh noes, come back soon (Ps, just because you don't know me doesn't mean I don't know and like you xD)
Hold up, time to write a little of it so see how it works out ____________________________\ I was running, stumbling, falling onto hard pavement. Fear filled my very being, and I sneaked a look back. The horrible cloudy green smoke instantly overwhelmed me, giving me no chance to run further. It was choking, forcing itself down my throat and into my lungs. With no oxygen to breathe, I died a slow, shuddering death.... Only to wake up a week later, flesh gray and loose, and a terrible hunger growling in my stomach. What the hell happened? Didn't I die? I lifted my hands, felt my face. It was raw, and I seemed to have the lower left half of my face ripped off. I tried to stand, only to notice my decayed pants ripped away enough to show a bloody leg, bone exposed to the air. Oddly, I felt no pain though. Nothing. It was as if I had a regular leg and face. A few experimental steps showed that my legs still worked, and my brain quickly calculated possibilities. The worst, and yet probably true, came up too often: I was a zombie...