Comments | skarob: Consequences

skarob

Consequences

Aug 15, 2005 19:08

The girl woke with a start. Her eyes were frantic with terror, seeking out something, anything. Bloody fingers scratched at the tape over her mouth, pulling it free, a scream escaping as it rolled back. Then tears came, thick and flowing, mixing with the blood, staining her skin pink. She slowly slowed, gulping for air, looking around her. The room ( Read more... )

Comments 19

over_tones August 29 2005, 03:44:12 UTC

intesting. i'm gonna add you if you don't mind.

skarob August 29 2005, 11:15:50 UTC

i dont mind at all, the more the merrier

swiftheartlu September 3 2005, 18:27:44 UTC

dear GOD, added.
more, more, more please... you write like i want to read.

skarob September 4 2005, 12:08:38 UTC

cheers, there is more on the way as soon as i get back from holiday!

ur opinion matters!!! snottface_rln September 9 2005, 11:21:19 UTC

heya skarob, look over the last two days ive been exploring this livejouranal thing since i just started, and i alwayz stumble across ur amazing riting. I really enjoy riting too, so i was wandering if i could post u thins shorst story i rote ages ago called "Ever played the game what if?" Whether u think ur work it good enough or not, i think it's brilliant and id luv ur opinion, and honest one, on this story...

luv robyn

Sorry if it's too long... snottface_rln September 9 2005, 11:23:39 UTC

Here's the story, if ya cant be bothered reading it all, dont wooryy ey! thanx anywayz, luv alwayz robyn ( ... )

story continued... snottface_rln September 9 2005, 11:24:16 UTC

I plunge my dusty spoon into the now very soggy flakes and milk, making the first official move. I tense, and what do you know? My family tenses up too, so does the pathetic window, the walls, the floor, and even the light. “Just breath, I can do this. Come on Cat! Do this already! Raise the spoon, wait for the drips to stop…” Great, no one in this room is breathing, they have all officially lost the power to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide, more suspense is what I really need. I lift the spoon closer to my mouth, the mush is getting closer to my dry lips, soon it will be all over, and my family will cheer, the dog will go psycho and I will finish the whole bowl of cornflakes. What if they were covered in sugar? Surely it would be easier. No, stop, don’t! The spoon is puling downward towards the cracked, blue bowl. Stop! I’m ready! I can’t fail again… and the spoon hits the cornflakes ( ... )