Gamerbird Posted April 2, 2009 Share Posted April 2, 2009 Inspired by a poem we read at school, I wrote this story. It is short I know, but I would still like some feedback please :D It started as a normal work day; I rang in and said I am too ill to work.However, my boss reacted to my constant sickness with something along the lines of ‘I am fed up with your bloody excuses! You’re fired!’ He didn’t seem to like the fact I hated work. Well now my life was at its worst. My wife had left me, taking the children with her, now I had lost my job. I had only one option, which was to leave this stricken town and move to a new place. So I gathered my things and made way to my car. A little rusty and run down, but it had been with me for nearly 5 years. I kind of became attached to it. I took the Krooklok from the steering wheel, placing it at my side. I wasn’t sure where I was heading towards yet, so I just drove around looking for something, a sign, to tell me where to drive. Then I just found the bridge, just going from the one cliff to the other. That’s where I first met him; he asked if I could take him to a new town, just a place where he can live while it was cold. He said something like ‘All I usually have is the sweet Earth as a bed’. He seemed too happy to be living on the streets. That’s when he started to annoy me. Asking me for money, where I live, if I had a wife, so I took care of it. Three punches to the stomach, then I took the Krooklok to his head, smashing it in to his temple, leaving him bleeding until we got to the other side of the cliff. Once we had got there, I pushed him out of the door, not swerving one little bit while opening the passenger door and pushing him out. I remember looking out of the rear view mirror and watching his head bounce of the curb. Just happens he then fell down the cliff, I would have liked to have seen his mangled corpse after that. Such a clean kill, no one to see what happened, once I had finished with him, it was probably hard to identify his corpse. Nobody would have cared anyway, if anything, I was helping clean up the streets, removing another pest from society. Did I tell you about not swerving? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DireStorms Posted April 2, 2009 Share Posted April 2, 2009 Very nice, its good to get your emotions out in some way....I can think of a few people I would like to play the victim in here. I would add in a little bit of torture before I sent them to hell, make them beg to die first, then keep them alive :devil: Stories like this is a great way to vent your anger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted April 2, 2009 Author Share Posted April 2, 2009 hehe, yeah, thats the spirit!I can guess who's those people are :DAlso, they are a great way to vent anger, its where I get inspiration! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted April 2, 2009 Share Posted April 2, 2009 very cool story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted April 3, 2009 Author Share Posted April 3, 2009 Thanks Dezi! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johny Obliv Posted April 13, 2009 Share Posted April 13, 2009 Nice story, i enjoyed reading it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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