I decided to post this unfinished story any way, some times I just feel the need to write. You know?
Any way, here it is. I doubt I'll finish it, but here you go:
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As the metal of his boots clanked across the metal floor, you could hear the echos in the big room. The crouds where cheering as he was about to make the finishing strike on the man lying on the floor. As much as the man tryed to get up, to run, his legs would no longer run, he lacked the willpower to move. All he could do was tremble as the large man towering over him was about to take the final strike with a swift stab of his plasma blade. It was over quick. The light was fading from his vision, he no longer knew pain, feeling, happieness. It was all gone, it was just darkness, nothing.
He wandered with nothing to do, no feeling of hunger, no need for any thing, no colours. He wandered for hours, days, months, years. Who knows how long, not even knowing if he was going any where. When eventualy there was hope, nothing more. One feeling, some thing he hadn't felt in a long time. As if he knew every thing would turn out alright. And he wandered... ...He soon started to see a light, far in the distance, but it was a light. Some thing he hadn't seen in a long time. He now had two things to wonder about. This new found light, and a shimmer of hope. He started to walk twards the light, He didn't know how long he had walked. Only that it was a long, long time. Eventualy he seemed to be nearing the light. Emotions, sounds, feeling, every thing, it all started coming back to him.
He hears a voice but as if it's in his head, 'Come here boy...' This voice did not scare him, it didn't bother him, but rather gave him more hope. 'Yes, twards the light,' The voice said.
I decided to post this unfinished story any way, some times I just feel the need to write. You know?
Any way, here it is. I doubt I'll finish it, but here you go:
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As the metal of his boots clanked across the metal floor, you could hear the echos in the big room. The crouds where cheering as he was about to make the finishing strike on the man lying on the floor. As much as the man tryed to get up, to run, his legs would no longer run, he lacked the willpower to move. All he could do was tremble as the large man towering over him was about to take the final strike with a swift stab of his plasma blade. It was over quick. The light was fading from his vision, he no longer knew pain, feeling, happieness. It was all gone, it was just darkness, nothing.
He wandered with nothing to do, no feeling of hunger, no need for any thing, no colours. He wandered for hours, days, months, years. Who knows how long, not even knowing if he was going any where. When eventualy there was hope, nothing more. One feeling, some thing he hadn't felt in a long time. As if he knew every thing would turn out alright. And he wandered... ...He soon started to see a light, far in the distance, but it was a light. Some thing he hadn't seen in a long time. He now had two things to wonder about. This new found light, and a shimmer of hope. He started to walk twards the light, He didn't know how long he had walked. Only that it was a long, long time. Eventualy he seemed to be nearing the light. Emotions, sounds, feeling, every thing, it all started coming back to him.
He hears a voice but as if it's in his head, 'Come here boy...' This voice did not scare him, it didn't bother him, but rather gave him more hope. 'Yes, twards the light,' The voice said.
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Watcha' think?
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P.S. Sorry if this is in the wrong place.