StarcommanderX
05-03-2005, 01:17 PM
Sorry for those whom i offend with my writing, because I mean to.
I write my crazy stories because 1. I enjoy it 2. I hope to get feedback from people who's opinions matter to me because I usually write these in a stoned state (I smoke almost everyday) and it think the opinions of fellow stoners is something of value 3. There might be a slight chance that some might notice me, yes! even on these cannabis boards. ive found that a lot of the time people know people, even people youd never expect.
I am 19 and a finishing freshman in college. And for all you haters, you guys just wait! I will be famous!! Ive got connections! (my uncle wrote the script for 2 episodes of THomas the train but he got fired for spooging in his boss' coffee)
THis short story is about...nothing much to be quite honest. its all free-writing and improvising.
*ahem*
I was dying. I could smell it. The aroma of my blood, filling my nostils, swirling around my brain. Flies began to swarm around me, picking at my exposed intestines and torn flesh. I lifted up my right hand to check what the time was..but it was missing....my right hand that is. I had been run over...by a car...a beige 1978 cadillac seville to be exact. I tried to replay what happened in my mind, but i was in too much pain. I waited and searched for the blaring of sirens, rushing to save me...but they never came. I had to get up, I had to do something, I had to save myself...whip out some of those moves I had seen on ER. Slowly, but surely, I propped myself up on my elbows...only to find my legs severed at the mid-thigh....some auto accident. I coughed...blood...lots of it. Then my situation slowly came into focus...and it wasn't good. I was in a field...a grassy field...surrounded by miles and miles of grass...and not the kind you smoke...the kind you find on your front lawn. my car was gone...my hands were gone...my legs were gone...and soon my life would be to. The sun beat down on me, the heat only increased the pain, and the humidity.....was making me sweat...like a dog...in heat.
Ive been in some bad situations, but this one was climbing the charts to becoming the worst. The heat..the pain..they were beating me...hard...with a steel rod. and it hurt. bad. I felt myself slowly fading away....my elbows giving way...like a bridge being demolished...I fell on the soft grass. This was it, I was going to die. I was about to breath my last breath of air when I saw him out of the corner of my eye...the fuzzy figure of a man about two hundred meters away. but i'll never know who it was. because I was already dead.
To be continued...maybe.
I write my crazy stories because 1. I enjoy it 2. I hope to get feedback from people who's opinions matter to me because I usually write these in a stoned state (I smoke almost everyday) and it think the opinions of fellow stoners is something of value 3. There might be a slight chance that some might notice me, yes! even on these cannabis boards. ive found that a lot of the time people know people, even people youd never expect.
I am 19 and a finishing freshman in college. And for all you haters, you guys just wait! I will be famous!! Ive got connections! (my uncle wrote the script for 2 episodes of THomas the train but he got fired for spooging in his boss' coffee)
THis short story is about...nothing much to be quite honest. its all free-writing and improvising.
*ahem*
I was dying. I could smell it. The aroma of my blood, filling my nostils, swirling around my brain. Flies began to swarm around me, picking at my exposed intestines and torn flesh. I lifted up my right hand to check what the time was..but it was missing....my right hand that is. I had been run over...by a car...a beige 1978 cadillac seville to be exact. I tried to replay what happened in my mind, but i was in too much pain. I waited and searched for the blaring of sirens, rushing to save me...but they never came. I had to get up, I had to do something, I had to save myself...whip out some of those moves I had seen on ER. Slowly, but surely, I propped myself up on my elbows...only to find my legs severed at the mid-thigh....some auto accident. I coughed...blood...lots of it. Then my situation slowly came into focus...and it wasn't good. I was in a field...a grassy field...surrounded by miles and miles of grass...and not the kind you smoke...the kind you find on your front lawn. my car was gone...my hands were gone...my legs were gone...and soon my life would be to. The sun beat down on me, the heat only increased the pain, and the humidity.....was making me sweat...like a dog...in heat.
Ive been in some bad situations, but this one was climbing the charts to becoming the worst. The heat..the pain..they were beating me...hard...with a steel rod. and it hurt. bad. I felt myself slowly fading away....my elbows giving way...like a bridge being demolished...I fell on the soft grass. This was it, I was going to die. I was about to breath my last breath of air when I saw him out of the corner of my eye...the fuzzy figure of a man about two hundred meters away. but i'll never know who it was. because I was already dead.
To be continued...maybe.