The Psychiatric Ward

You should really talk to Symmetry when she's here. I'm sure she'd like you.

is that so? i cant say ive heard of her...

Okay. this is just a little something I whipped up today:

It was as though the earth was painted black that night. I couldn't see the forest ten feet in front of me. I yawned and decided that no-one would try to find me here, just as I was about to turn, I saw a pair of headlightsabout a mile away. I gasped, maybe it was a hunter? No, I made sure nobody would be in this forest in the next three days, besides, hunting season ended two weeks ago.I flung myself into a hole about fifteen feet away from the cabin my father had left for me. I had dug the hole earlier just in case they came. I covered myself with a thin line of grass, leaves and branches, but not so much as to hamper my vision or hearing. I waited five minutes, but it felt like five hours, until I heard the rumble off a truck, the slam of a door, and the **** of a shotgun. Branches cracked gently under the man's feet, he walked so slow, I cringed with every step he took. He was by the door now. I could barely make out the faint squeking of the stairs leading up to the door. BAM! He kicked the door down with such a fore it made me jump, almost straight out of the hole! Okay, now wasn't the time to panic, but I had to get out of the hole, jump in his truck and drive away. But was I really that fast? Could I make it to the truck? No, I couldn't run away, my money and my supplies were in the cabin. I had to go back in. I crawled as slowly out of the hole as I could. As soon as I was fully out of the hole, I could see the silhouette of the man, he was standing in the doorway, he hadn't even gone in yet. He probably thought I was waiting behind the sofa with a gun. I mean, yeah, I have a gun, it doesn't mean I was keen on using it, I was a horrible shot. If I shot at the ground I'd probably miss. My instincts took over as I dashed as silently as possible, I was already on the first step before I could stop myself. I was five feet from the man, five feet from certain death. The man slowly began to walk in, I followed him not two feet behind. I was so close I matched every step he took, just in case the floor creaked, he'd think it was himself. I could hear him breathing, then, he tensed! The man swung around and pointed his shotgun not two inches from my face, I was about to throw my hands up and beg for mercy, then I realised he couldn't see me. It was only then that I could study his features. He looked like a cowboy with the tiniest whisper of a beard on his lip. The man had snakeskin boots and a black cowboy hat with an eagle feather sticking from it. I heard the crackle of a radio and heard a familiar voice say, "Is he there?" The cowboy picked the radio from his pocket and said in a heavy British accent, "He ain't here, mate." The cowboy began walking out towards the door and I stepped out of the way to avoid being run into. I walked backwards away from the door as quickly as possible, then, CRASH!! I fell over a bloody stool chair, I threw myself up as he aimed his shotgun at me. The cowboy fumbled for a light. CLICK! Light washed over everything, I was nearly blinded as the light singed my eyes. "There you are you 'ittle tosser." I had no idea what a "tosser" was, but if a british assassins called me that, I had a feeling it was bad. "Oh, uh, hey!" I said in a quavering voice, "Can't we talk about this?" The British cowboy smiled and said, "Sorry, can't do it, Mate!" I closed my eyes and waited for an impending death. Of all the ways I imagined I'd die, I never thought I'd get killed by a British cowboy for a half as million dollars...

What you guys think?

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my neighbor gave me the old seasons of Doctor Who.

I think tl;dr.

why is it I can't think of what to post in the rp.

Hey, Kimmy, I know someone who works at a deli by my house who looks just like you, I asked her for a side of "Supercheats" but she just stared at me funny.

I have. no clue. how to rp. QQ im trying to force Alpha to tell me HIS SEEECREEEEETS.

You need to streamline your descriptions and stop using I so much. Try changing the perspective to where your an omnipresent Narrator and character.

Err..was that to me? Because I dont quite enjoy saying "Kaelan is trying to force Alpha to tell him HIS SECREEEEEEEEEEETS"

It was directed at Em o:

OHYEAH, i forgot he did the story thing. Nevermind. xD

Craizen said:

You need to streamline your descriptions and stop using I so much. Try changing the perspective to where your an omnipresent Narrator and character.

But it's first person, If there's available words besides "I" I'd like them.

And I don't want to refer to myself in a third-person perspective.

Well when elimnating I, start combining sentences or make your drop the word. A lot of time you can get away without having to say you did this because You is already your implied subject in the line of reasoning.

Ahh, not only are you swaggerific, you're exceptionally intelligent.

Good show, sir.

Ummmm Thanks?

It'll get a little tricky if you try it, but ti can be done.

Just try writing a term paper in full active voice. Seriously. I had to do mine last years as a junior and it just sucks. Eliminating tihe most commonly used verbs in the english language is crud.

Um, ecch.

I have to write a Novelette for English...

It's due before Christmas break.

And we have to read it aloud at class?

That's worse than the time my teacher made me read a poem in fornt of class.

I was gonna puke.

As long as you make it something you throughly enjoy.

I've never really had to do that, though public speaking isn't too much of an issue for me.

._. Bloody hell... My laptop just got raped by some virus that took over the Windows Drivers.... I can't believe it took me 2 hours to rape the virus right back...