I wanna create a really cool story!!! I'll start and you carry on MAKE IT CRAZY!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One day…
The light shown brightly in my eyes. I couldn't see my captor very well. I only knew he was there watching me. "You think you could get away with it?" he asked. "I did," I replied. I could hear his footsteps echo. My hands and legs were bound together. I couldn't move or get up. "You got a name, kid?" he asked. "Name's Beck." He walked around and looked at me. "So Beck, when did you decide to go renegade?" I knew he was going to ask that. "If that's what this is about, you already know everything," I said. He walked behind me. I tried to see what he was doing. "You don't have to say anything. You can just show me." He grabbed the disk off my back and turned it on. The events of the day replayed over. Finally it settled on a dome structure. "This is where you work?" he asked me. "That's where it all started: Able's garage." And I told him my story...
I'm not one for mushy feelings. So imagine how I felt at the end of the world. It wasn't as bad as you think. In fact, I was with the ones I loved (even if one was trying to kill the other). "Angel, are you getting anything?" Angel was sitting with her eyes closed on the edge of the cliff. "All the entrances are underwater and sealed off." I looked into the murky water. It surprised me that just a few minutes ago, I almost died. Well, that happens on a regular baises. "Any news from Jeb?" I asked her. We left him on the steps in Utah with four broken ribs. "I can't tell," she said. I looked into the sky. Shades of pink and yellow blended together. We've been everywhere from Ant-fricking-artica to Paris. But I have never seen something this beautiful. "It would be even more beautiful if the world wasn't destroyed," Angel said. I sighed and walked around. I decided to go check on Fang. Now, there is something you should know. This isn't the first of my books. The last one was like the eighth one. But Dylan thinks we should keep track of what's going on right now. So it didn't just end. The begging of the end has only begun. (I'll write more chapters later.)
have u ever heard the quote," Good artist's copy, GREAT artist's STEAL!" Well, this goes for that as well How u think apple was made? Without stealing apple would be nothing Deuces
Okay. Apple. Steve jobs? Ring a bell? Well, Steve jobs stole ideas from other companies and crap and that's how apple was made of stealing from other people. Same with bill gates and his crap. There's a movie bout it.. Really interesting.
Ok dude, I stole it. Happy???!! I making a sequel series. I hate to see authors leave the ending up to our own imagination. It's not like I'm going to get it published.