Sometimes I like to pretend that I can write. : D
And I had zombies on the mind.
I'm not going to finish it, so don't even ask. XD
(I need sleep.)
...
We were barricaded in a meager fortress - our only hope of salvation. It's anemic walls shielding us from the disease and deprivation scarring the world we thought we once knew so well. The dead beat on the boarded windows, shattering the glass from the outside-in and thrust their rotting and festering hands in-between the wood we had used to close up the opening. Their fingers clutched and spasmed blindly and violently- sending the house's occupants into tremors. We held onto each other and cried, some prayed, still hoping their god would somehow save them, but there was nobody left alive in the world to come to our rescue.
Slowly, the hopelessness of our situation dawned on a few who had already started to give up hope. Uneasily, they detached themselves from the group, which was huddled on the floor, and found themselves standing by the entrance to our refuge. One by one, they pryed the quickly and carelessly nailed boards from the door. Nobody protested or try to stop them, though a few winced in the foreshadow of what was to come. The door knob was turned, slowly, carefully, and we all looked up in horror, staring as if under the power of hypnosis, distant, as if not really there. Much as onlookers do to a car crash, we gawked. Some who had try to hold on broke away and let themselves fall apart in a flood of tears.
We had no choice, they were going to get us eventually.
Inch by inch, the protective barrier the door once was opened... and the dead piled in.
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That is SO cool. Its short, simple, and effective, especialy since it ws written so late. Its cool, I'm sure you can do more with it :) if you wated to that is.
Dude. That's friggin awesome. :P *beams* That's my kid!!!
QUOTE (Horormoviefreak @ Jul 10 2004, 02:46 AM)
Sometimes I like to pretend that I can write. : D
And I had zombies on the mind.
I'm not going to finish it, so don't even ask. XD
(I need sleep.)
...
We were barricaded in a meager fortress - our only hope of salvation. It's anemic walls shielding us from the disease and deprivation scarring the world we thought we once knew so well. The dead beat on the boarded windows, shattering the glass from the outside-in and thrust their rotting and festering hands in-between the wood we had used to close up the opening. Their fingers clutched and spasmed blindly and violently- sending the house's occupants into tremors. We held onto each other and cried, some prayed, still hoping their god would somehow save them, but there was nobody left alive in the world to come to our rescue.
Slowly, the hopelessness of our situation dawned on a few who had already started to give up hope. Uneasily, they detached themselves from the group, which was huddled on the floor, and found themselves standing by the entrance to our refuge. One by one, they pryed the quickly and carelessly nailed boards from the door. Nobody protested or try to stop them, though a few winced in the foreshadow of what was to come. The door knob was turned, slowly, carefully, and we all looked up in horror, staring as if under the power of hypnosis, distant, as if not really there. Much as onlookers do to a car crash, we gawked. Some who had try to hold on broke away and let themselves fall apart in a flood of tears.
We had no choice, they were going to get us eventually.
Inch by inch, the protective barrier the door once was opened... and the dead piled in.
And I had zombies on the mind.
I'm not going to finish it, so don't even ask. XD
(I need sleep.)
...
We were barricaded in a meager fortress - our only hope of salvation. It's anemic walls shielding us from the disease and deprivation scarring the world we thought we once knew so well. The dead beat on the boarded windows, shattering the glass from the outside-in and thrust their rotting and festering hands in-between the wood we had used to close up the opening. Their fingers clutched and spasmed blindly and violently- sending the house's occupants into tremors. We held onto each other and cried, some prayed, still hoping their god would somehow save them, but there was nobody left alive in the world to come to our rescue.
Slowly, the hopelessness of our situation dawned on a few who had already started to give up hope. Uneasily, they detached themselves from the group, which was huddled on the floor, and found themselves standing by the entrance to our refuge. One by one, they pryed the quickly and carelessly nailed boards from the door. Nobody protested or try to stop them, though a few winced in the foreshadow of what was to come. The door knob was turned, slowly, carefully, and we all looked up in horror, staring as if under the power of hypnosis, distant, as if not really there. Much as onlookers do to a car crash, we gawked. Some who had try to hold on broke away and let themselves fall apart in a flood of tears.
We had no choice, they were going to get us eventually.
Inch by inch, the protective barrier the door once was opened... and the dead piled in.
You should finish it, It's really great.
I should.
But I won't.
Anyway, besides, can't you all figure out they were eaten?!
GRRRR! ZOMBIES ALWAYS WIN!
But I won't.
Anyway, besides, can't you all figure out they were eaten?!
GRRRR! ZOMBIES ALWAYS WIN!
That was amazing and even if you don't finish that story your should write more.. 
i like that. a lot. how old are you again? it's really good!
She's 13. ;)
how do u noe these stuff? i cant tell if anyone is a guy or a girl on this site :ph34r:
o yah, anyways, i like wut u wrote horrormoviefreak. that was cool. i like the ending like that...
Probably gonna try something else again, tonight. Watch this spot.
Great for a movie script I beleive. You have great potential to produce movies. Your story writing could use some inprovement details are good but in that you had too many. It is like when writing books or short storys really pay attention to the full details instead of the little ones. Because it will confuse readers they finish that chapter and have to reread it because they were trying to vision too much stuff in their head while reading......... But like I said great writing for movie scripts keep it up you will make it one day...... See you in hollywood....
:vampire:that was acool story wish you would finish it though but hey it's up to you
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