Hey I'm bored so I'm just going to post some of my short stories. Most are extremely short. Hope you like Taylor watched in horror as the giant men lifted Drew up off the floor, only to chuck him back down on the cold, hard concrete. She tried to look away but the burly men holding her snapped her back around, forcing her to watch just a little bit longer. Tears streaming down her face hit the same hard concrete and mixed with Drew's crimson blood tht spewed in a steady stream from him head. Drew lied on the floor, motionless. Just as Taylor thought she had lost her bestfriend, one man kicked him hard in the stomach and a groan escaped Drew's bloody mouth. Taylor closed her eyes and looked up, thanking God for giving her just a few more minutes with him. Once again, another goon picked Drew up by his neck and tossed him aside like trash, laughing maliciously as he did so. Crashing into the wall, Drew's body could almost take no more. Hearing a sickening crack, Taylor finally lost control. She elbowed the man that was holding her in the stomach and let out a scream. "Let go of me! You bastards! You killed him! You hated him! Admit it, you hated me! You hated me, so you killed him!" Taylor shrieked at them. Her raspy voice drifted in and out from screaching. She kicked and screamed and thrashed around until her warm body hit the blood stained concrete with a thud. She scrambled over to Drew's motionless body. She looked down at his pure-hearted face and shook. Her tears created a puddle around them. "Please! Please!" she screamed, "Don't leave me. Don't die on me now. What about our dreams? College? I can't live without you!" She sobbed as she took his hand and whispered, "I love you." She sobbed weakly into his chest. One of the men made advancements towards them. A smaller man, obviously the leader of the group, placed a hand on the man's chest and held him back. Silently, the man in charge dismissed the rest of the men, but he stayed behind. He analyzed Taylor as she crouched over Drew's lifeless body. He could hear her tear drops as they hit the floor. Taylor would squeeze Drew's hand, as if it would make him come back to life, every few seconds. When she knew that he was forever gone and there was no hope for him, she stood up and slinked over to the man left in the room. She stopped right infront of him and looked him in the eyes. "Daddy, why?" she whispered.
That was pretty good. I thought I was kinda thrown in the action cluelessly in the beginning, but then it all made sense at the end. So the only real criticism I have is that the violence seemed kinda corny at times. I'm not saying it needs to be rated R graphic, just not so squishy lol
Lol thx n ok. I'm going to rewrite it. I wrote it in 10min for a quick write for my English class last semester. I just wanted to know how to improve it so thx I'll work on the violence lol
Here's another(totally seperate story line) : I looked down at my own blood stained hands. The rich, crimson liquid dripped from the tips of my fingers. My eyes then traveled downward, glancing at the gaping hole, spewing blood, in my side. The sence of shock had masked the pain for a few seconds, but moments pass and the pain slowly seeps into he wound. The pain from the gunshot wound spread to my broken heart. My broken heart then let my darkness out that I had kept in there so long. My darkness then soon traveled, cracking my fake smile. I looked at the black hole in the side of my body, then lifted my head to glare at my shooter. The sick smile plastered across his face made me want to hurl myslef at him, but I knew it would do no good. I took one step towards him and collapsed to the floor. My head hit the cold tiled floor and the rich blood dripped once more. My eyes fluttered closed; the last vision I saw was the body of my brother, Tyler, hovering over me with nothing more than that sick smile. After that sight, all I saw was black. My body felt warm, yet freezing all at once. The lightheadedness feeling you get when you stand up too quick rushed over me. I slowly lost feeling in my feet and hands. The feeling of nothing soon krept to my limbs, and then my whole body felt numb. I could feel nothing; not my body, not the air, not the blood slowly dripping from my side. The fluid turned from ruby to black diamond. It oozed out of my side until I bled out. Never trust a man with a gun...
Do you have family issues or something lol? Another good one though. You should take a day and come up with a longer story. One with a real beginning. Lol
Lol I do have family issues actually. This is a metaphorical story for my brother back stabbing me. But I do have a longer story. I'll post it tomorrow or sonething when I have the time/patience/battery for it. Lol but thank you and I promise to work on my beginnings lol.
Last one for tonight. Less twisted than the others lol. "I hate him. I hate him," I chanted to myself in my head after I saw him with her. "He's not yours. He will never be yours. He hates you, or at least he makes it seem that way. He hates you, so you should do the same to him. You do nothing but annoy him," I continued in my head. I stopped infront of he door of my class and took a deep breath. In the back of my head, I wanted him to not be there for whatever reason, but I knew that was just wishful thinking. I placed my hand on the door and gave it a little shove. The door squeaked open and I saw him sitting there in the seat next to mine. "Hey, Kay," he said with a smile as I sat down. "Hey," I more mumbled than said aloud. 'He still hates you,' I reminded myself. 'It's just an act.' I tried to pay attention to the teacher, but it was no use. My head would turn ever so slightly to he left and there he was, in my direct vision. Why did he have to keep popping up everywhere? Everywhere! "Kaylee," he whispered, "are you okay?" I nodded, but the look on his face told me that he didn't believe me. I sat in my seat and the whole world, along with time, just froze. I had realized something. He was never really my boyfriend, but I miss his hugs, his smiles, his advice, and his kindness. I missed the times we cried together and the time we lauhed together. I miss having an entire conversation just with my eyes. I miss the moments of it just being me and him, and no one in the world could ruin that. I guess I just fell in love with out friendship.
Thank you lol. I wrote that one day as more of a personal journal story than an actually story. It happened to me so I wanted to write about it.