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Not sure how well my mental health is doing when I died laughing at this. I'm not even exaggerating, tears came to my eyes. Because of this dumb r/notinteresting post.
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getting back to drawing Figment again :)
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The waters edge.
You open your eyes to a grey sky above. The cold water washes over your body and a seagull flies over head squawking. You sit up only to realize you dont really recall how you ended up here. Your nude. Your cold. The sand under your nails mixes with caked blood as it pools back into the ocean. A large man in an over coat comes with a blanket and wraps your shoulders in a thick cloth. Its heavy. Your dull grey eyes stare up at the bearded man as he takes a drag off of his wooden pipe. "Dont try to understand" He says, he carries the same grey eyes that you have. Though his right is covered in a scar. "Just know you're stuck here. "
That was many years ago. He now stand on the same shoreline. Smoking a similar Tabaco pipe. What once was long wavy hair with sea salt and brine tangled through its thick threads there now was a short cut. The sides trimmed short and the top left long as his bangs covered one eye. Grey streaks woven between layers of thick hair despite being only roughly around the age of 25. Caspian Aden Hawkins. He stood at a firm 6'0" and that was the oldest memory he had. Waking up a pre-teen boy nude and cold and covered in blood. It was something most people on this island had in common. While the modern world had harbors and trade for fish and supplies, the natives as everyone calls them, are the ones who just sort of show up one day. He was also the last to have shown up. nearly 15 years later and no one had shown up on the shores where apparently this use to happen at least once a week. He stared out as the ocean pushed waves in and out. Clearing out his pipe and looking over as ships sailed in the distance. They had become a main hotspot for trade. As many variety of fish from the other oceans and waters tend to pass through this small island on their way to bigger and better rivers and creek beds. They were becoming a thriving town. New homes being built over old ones to fit in rich people looking to get away. Blissfully unaware of the towns strange upbringing. Caspian began to move down the shoreline. Watching the sand meld around his leather boots and the soft pop that followed as he lifted his heavy feet. He moved to carelessly clamber up a rockface. It was his day off and while he did enjoy pretending to be stoic and mysterious he was still occasionally a more adventurous person. Though he had traveled many times off this island, he always found his way circling back. Finding this place to be his home. Seeing as the outside world was covered in questions about his perfect skin. The smooth hairless nature of his body. How he curves in all the right ways to look like a man made of clay. How he keeps so fit despite eating more than 6 meals a day and hardly doing any workouts. Though, he will admit he does them now more to keep people from saying he was some sort of alien. The well fit man moved across a piece of drift wood, balancing as he walked with his arms thrown out on either side to hold his center of gravity. He jumped, landing on a black rock and continuing on his dreary walk around the shoreline. He spotted the faintest traces of blood. floating mindlessly between the pools that gathered in the rocks. He looked closer, sure he was imagining the flashes of red. He continued onward, the occasional trace of blood or mysterious red substance nothing to really look odd at. That was until the blood picked up. Larger splotches beginning to appear, dotted along the shoreline and rocks. Splashed against the dry patches of rock that kept mostly away from the tides. Then the trail picked up. Looking more red of sand than the black rock below. A chill ran through him. What was he looking at? pale naked body laid strewn out over the shoreline. laid bare against a large rock and awkwardly placed between several others. Fuck. A body!
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A drawing i did recently that i love.
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Pretty proud of how this is coming out!
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The window gave in effortlessly against her bat. It was a quick motion to clear any glass that wasn't budging and then cover it with a tarp.
It was funny to think this massive place use to be something so delightful. Now it had mostly boarded-up windows, overgrown vines and the best place to get inside was to climb the fire escape that was broken long ago from rust and decay.
Like many other things. Such as the roadways. now cracked and decayed. trees and other assortments of things growing between the concrete slabs.
She moved carefully through the shattered window on the top floor of the mall. Making her way into a 'Macy's' Store back office. It was cluttered with papers littering the floor.
a large blue file cabinet next to two skeletons at the only door to the room.
The room smelled of mold. So she pulled up her mask to prevent any toxic amounts from entering her lungs.
The paper crinkled and gave in under the weight of her sneakers.
Her camouflage pants just barely made it through the window without being caught on the glass.
They barely fit over her hips but it was the best she could find when scrounging through old-world things.
Her name was Casey. Yet these day's she went by Marcy. She pulled her dreadlocked hair back into a tight ponytail and tied it up with a green ribbon she had found one day. She considered it a score more than anything.
Her emerald eyes scanned her perimeters. Trying to make sure she didn't miss anything while scavenging for useful items for trade or food.
The world had ended when she was 4, Now being 23, she took up what most kid's her age had started doing.
Scavenging the old cities for parts to trade for coins to get by.
Which was useful and the most profitable career currently. Yet, Also the most dangerous.
Usually, when you go into these ruins you risk mutants. You either come back with a new place for people to make into a city or home or town or whatever, or you come back and put an X on the map for that area. Or you don't return at all...
Marcy began to shovel through the mix-matched papers.
Paper clips in good condition were useful for being gathered and melted down.
So, She began to search for anything not already taken before her.
Though this place seemed void of anything other than stupid, tiny, staples.
The girl carefully moved over the two rotting skeletons. Their clothes still reminiscent of office workers from when this whole place was probably under siege.
Poor fools didn't know that'd do nothing to stop the onslaught of what happened. The girl moved the file cabinet, disturbing the slumber of the bodies in the process.
Marcy fiddled with the lock. Jammed.
She moved to press her shoulder against the door, then pulled away quickly. Trying to free up any hinges that may be rusted closed. It wasn't long until she moved to simply pulling out a Philips head and undoing the hinges her self.
The door began to creak and moan, Excess weight being pressed against it as Marcy did the work of peeling the old rusted bolts out of their sockets.
with one final kick the door gave in. Keeling over boisterously in the ominous empty and hallow shopping mall.
There were loud echoes of the rusty door giving way into the marble floors.
It rang through the large mall bouncing off now empty halls.
She paused, Watching to make sure no movement was around to watch her.
She had to be sure there weren't going to be issues in this mission. So far though, Clear.
The stunning silence quickly swept in, reaping any sounds that would have followed.
She carefully climbed over the top of the rusty door, stepping out and taking in the new vantage point.
Encumbering space, where once there was a 3 level shopping mall now stood overgrown tree's brush and roots taking over human corpses from militia and civilian.
The smell of decay had long since made it's way through the building and now had settled on growth.
The soft white specs that floated in the beams of sunlight that managed to break through the inward leaning roof as it hung heavy and ready to collapse at any moment.
It reminded her that she needed to do this quickly.
Old bodies of helper drones stood frozen in time, their teeth bared and tangled as they froze in menacing poses over fearful skeletons.
Marcy moved through the bodies with ease, making her way down to the foyer. Shopping stores decorated the market streets.
She was looking for one store in particular though. One of great value.
Her bat dragged across the floor beside her feet as he came across the way, making a B-line dash for the entrance and smashing it open.
The gates clanged loudly, a high pitched shrieking coming from the alarms.
She jumped inside, moving to gather everything she could. Shoving as many as she could fit into her backpack.
Just as she began to sink one last spec into her backpack there was a flick. Almost like an old TV set being turned on with the high ear splitting ring.
Her heart dropped.
One of the androids had turned on at the sound of the alarm, Its red gaze targeted her particularly as it raced towards her, animatronic arms faster than she could run.
It reached through the window, a high pitched error code in it's malfunctioning eye as it cursed and swore in it's own tongue.
Marcy ducked, racing past it and raising up behind trying to conk this mother fucker on his head to confuse it.
It only swiveled it's head around quickly. She grabbed for her things and began to race carelessly around the corner.
It gave chase quickly. Its beckoned call causing more to stir and writhe to life before her feet.
One grabbed for her foot, Its misshapen red hat adding a strange touch of creepiness as it stared dead eyed at her. She shook, trying to break free of it's tight grasp.
Marcy hissed in absent pain, biting into her lip to as not attract any more unwanted attention.
Her foot slipped free of her boot, taking the moment to get up and run. A quick witted fist coming all to close to hitting her as it pounded into the cement wall and busted open.
There was a creak. It sounded like thunder. She hardly paid it much mind as she tried to race back around to her vantage point on the third floor.
As she raced through the court room, multiple eyes turning to glare and follow as she ran, she could feel the rumble in the earth beneath her feet.
There was a loud crack, as though the sky were caving in a plump of dust and debris came shuttering around her.
It collapsed finally on top of her bottom half while androids hounded her.
She coughed trying to empty her lungs of what had managed to get in her mouth when her face mask toppled off.
She heaved, her nails clawing into the dirt marble as she tried to lift herself. A sharp sudden pain crawled up her leg through her back and rested itself quickly on her right side.
"Fuck!" She finally screamed. Flipping over onto her back to see a large shard of scaffolding embedded into her just below the knee.
The blood pooled but was quickly soaked up by the dirt and dust of the roof's padding.
She worked off her green sweatshirt quickly, tying it tightly around the shard and her leg to keep it mainly in place.
It stung. It hurt like a son of a bitch!
The pain that shot through her legs continued to nestle itself into her lower back as she crawled along the floor. She threw her bag back over her shoulders and continued to claw her way up the stairs until she reached the top floor. She sighed. Gruff and exhausted, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.
She could heard the rough sound of rocks moving as they gave way to movement. The stupid thing survived. Mostly.
It was slow moving now, only a torso as it crawled with sparks of mis matched wiring trying to move something that wasnt existing anymore.
She swore under her breath. She dug around her backpack.
Picking up the radio that she held inside it, the short transcript may be her last. She hoped it'd reach someone.
"Radio 2465 coordinates are 44.8550711 -93.2442263. Mall has old drones. It is December 24th Christmas eve. Chrissy. Your big sis is sorry if I dont make it back to you. Final transmission. I love you, I got that action figure and then some you wanted to bad. Merry Christmas"
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Im pretty proud of this guy.
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Some sketches im doing to help expand my portfolio!
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The tango
He stood there, Shock and awe as he stared down the barrel of a gun. What fucking guts this man had. He had been fooling around with a married man, thinking that was the worst this fling was going to get. Yet, as he was invited over he found himself with a gun to his head as he stepped out of the shower. Now here he was watching the big beef cake in his boxers laying on the bed while his wife stood between them. Jori ran fingers through his thick, wet hair and pushed back his bangs before putting his hands up. He was a skinny thin built man, there was no way he was meant to deal with a gun to his head. Only down side was now he stood naked in front of his wife.
Lucas had been eager to get things started, what started as usual was his wife said she would be gone for the weekend. Things always escalated quick, first there was the text, then there was heated make out sessions at the front door. A trail of clothes being laid this way and that as they made their way through the kitchen and living room and down the hall to his bedroom.
The bed was freshly made, navy blue and he laid there in his white boxers. Scruffy beard being played with as the other man played with the curly wired hair.
He had kissed him softly, stating he would go get ready and to be prepared. By the time he had relaxed into the bed as the other hopped into the shower he looked up. His wife was there.
His wife was there!
She was there. Sandra had a pink skirt on with high string magenta boots that went just under her knee, a pale pink jacket on over a white blouse. Her red hair was folded neatly into a tight bun under a sun hat.
Sandra had barely been gone 5 hours and she comes home to this.
She began digging around under the bed. Barely looking at her husband before grabbing for the pistol under the bed. "What the hell are you doing here? " Lucas questioned as he sat up in bed, in shock and processing just what was going on. She barely wanted to answer how pissed off she was.
"I live here. My trip was cancelled last minute."
She was gruff and upset at both of them. Who ever was in the shower was going to feel her wrath and he sure as hell was going to feel her wrath later too!
She cocked her gun, aiming at his forehead as he put his hands up.
She was surprised in was a guy. She was thoroughly surprised.
An attractive guy with an average build.
Her eyebrows lifted as she slowly turned her head to look at her husband, keeping the gun pointed at the man with his hands up.
Her jaw dropped, as she glared daggers at her husband.
"Who the fuck is he? " She said sternly, before the next sentence dropped out of her mouth, taken a back that the stranger behind her had stated the same thing as her, at the same time.
"Lucas, what the fuck!"
"Lucas, what the fuck!"
Lucas looked between his wife and Jori, slowly moving off the bed. His brown eyes didnt stop from the scene unfolding as he slowly stood and inserted himself between Jori and Sandra.
Slowly, Sandra lowered her gun, a firm put out lip as she glared at him.
"You couldnt have, like, TOLD ME!" He began, her fingers twisting up as she seemed like she wanted to choke Lucas.
Then she gripped the sides of her hair as she turned her back to them.
"You couldnt have like, I dont fucking know. Said 'hey I wanna experiment' or fuck like 'hey I dont think this is working out!' Something! Something better than this! Anything better than this! I know you were slow and sort of an idiot Lucas but really?"
She looked frazzled now. Laying the gun on the bed.
Jori rolled his eyes, "Kay, You two have fun. Im deleting your number and blocking you. Please just let me grab my clothes and live." He hissed, shoving past the hulk of a man and picking up the last of his clothes that made it to the bedroom.
Lucas looked more defeated in more ways than one, reaching out as Jori left the room. "Jori--! Wait I !"
"You what?" Sandra said sharply, seating herself pretty on the bed.
"Let him go. This is your mess, clean it up." Lucus wanted to spit something vile to her, he wanted to throw up lies as his head begged him to do what wouldnt make his father take his title away from him. What wouldnt make him be denied anything from the family. Yet, He really liked Jori. A lot.
He liked Sandra too, it was just...He couldnt put his finger on it. Sex with her was like, closing your eyes and waiting for it all to be over. Sex with Jori was so much more. At least to him. Jori felt different of course.
Thats all this was after all to him. A good fun time between his job and school. It isnt like this sort of thing isnt common, even now that being gay is fairly accepted, you still get people too afraid to be themselves or admit they are gay with out worried they are going to be ostracized in their family or jobs. As if being out there you dont deal with that anyways. Or as if being in the closet is any safer. You eventually get caught. Or worse, you become so filled with self hatred you cant figure out if this is a closet or a home.
As Jori closed the front door, now fully clothed his shoulders slumped, sighing heavily as he double checked he grabbed everything.
At least this wasnt anything too serious. Though, Lucus did look quite upset like he wanted to say something. Like he wanted him to stay. To 'keep in contact'. Please. He had been through this song and dance all too many times before.
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Romance is dead.
"She is probably using him." Was the first sentence out of his mouth. It had slipped out as he starred blankly into his latte as it swirled casually around the espresso and whipped cream in the cup. His friends, Audrey and Stella, Both had their jaws a gap.
To which Darnell simply shrugged nonchalantly, sipping coolly at his drink.
He glanced left, then right at both of his dear friends. A bored expression plastered on his face before he set his drink down, the sleeves of his dark over sized hoodie shuffling over his knuckles as the drink was set.
Darnell had short cut black hair, thick curls at the ends near his neck where he felt he may need to get a haircut sometime in the near future. Long bangs pushed out of his eyes as green eyes took in the shocked expressions of his friends once more before deciding to finally speak up.
"What?" He stated so plainly, " I was pretty sure you were use to this by now. " He stated plainly.
The girl's had been gossiping about a college campus romance unfolding. They had seemed like the most typical couple in the world, boy meets girl, they start doing casual stuff around campus, holding hands, walking to class, ect, ect. Darnell has seen this sort of thing at least a dozen or so times before.
It always ended the same. Heart break. Either after a month or two they faded apart, or one cheats on the other, or the other gets dissatisfied by the fact they only want such and such items. Petty stuff that was enough to ruin anyones mood.
This time though, The guy had left a bouquet of flowers on her desk with a note. She later came back with a red blush on her face.
He had apparently surprised her with some sweets in her locker next, ending with a request to an amusement park. after only a year of dating it seemed he finally proposed. She had yet to give her answer yet. Though, according to his friends, she was a fool to say no to such a romantic gesture.
"No. Dont you see? He obviously figured out she was the perfect fit for him. " Stated Audrey, resting her chin on her palm as she stuck out her puffy lips. Her perfect dark skin seeming to meld well with the lighting drifting in through the window they were seated beside.
"You typically need a few years and living together to know that"
"Maybe he just knew, y'know, like a soul mate or something. " Stated his other friend, Stella stated, her brunettes' locks hanging low as he rested her elbow on the counter. Her gold hooped earrings shinning as they interacted with the sun hitting the table.
"No, See, Here's how things will play out. They rush into this marriage, and after a year pop out some children. They arent prepared or ready for kids so that causes tension. They find out their views on raising kids is vastly different and they dont coordinate well. They divorce, wondering why they were ever in love in the first place. " He began to take a sip at his drink. Humming casually.
"Its so simple. Heard it a dozen times before. There is no such thing as love or romance not in the real world. " They both stared at him, their brown and blue eyes glaring him down before Audrey broke the silence.
"Yeah, Well, I hope you stay single forever with that sort of attitude!" To such an accusation, the group laughed. Cheerful fun having presented itself.
The group soon decided to depart, standing and walking down the street, the busy city gleaming and bustling with life.
Short lived romance, People arguing, Artists, dancers, office workers. It was just everyday life in this beautiful city. A city of small drama and comfortable living for young people.
It was perfect for beginnings and amazing for endings. Only issue was a lot of the time it was placed in that cold hard, cough syrup flavored reality.
They chattered and Darnell once more found himself laughing.
He had sworn he would stay single forever, because, to him romance was just something he enjoyed reading about in his spare time. It wasnt something that was real. It wasnt something that lasted. Just like his own parents. When he was a kid, they argued non-stop while swearing they were once in love.
To Darnell, Love was a spark that eventually faded. Love that lasted was usually just that. A fairy tale. One he figured he would enjoy avoiding at al cost.
Darnell paused, spotting in a window pane a book he had been in desperate need of and been eagerly awaiting the release of the next volume!
He could hardly contain such excitement, Pausing to stare into the window that showed the new released.
"I didnt even get the notification! "He exclaimed, waving hurriedly to his friends. They looked at eachother before turning to continue to walk.
"We can just meet you later." Stated Stella,
"How a romance nerd like you doesnt believe in real romance is such a god damn mystery to me."
The bell chimed delightfully and slightly annoyingly as he hurriedly opened the door to the bookshop.
Rushing over to the bookshelf behind the window case and searching frantically for where the volume might be located.
"Can I help you?" Stated a smooth voice almost like caramel from behind him.
Darnell's shoulders slumped some, he hated social interactions with strangers. He had already guessed a read on his personality before even turning to face him. Gorgeous and surrounded by women at all peaks of the hours.
"Im just looking for the book that was released in this series. "He hardly bothered to look the man in the eye.
There was an audible hum from the man as he answered Darnell's query.
"I havent quite gotten around to putting them on the shelf yet. The copies are actually still in a box just over there. I just finished with the display a few minutes ago before being dragged off by my manager." He chuckled softly, his voice sounding almost as sickeningly radiant as the bell that chimed when he strode in.
"Well why bother setting up the display if they arent--"Darnell was about to go off on this guy, who care's if he is good looking?! Yet, when his green eyes met with this guy's almost brown his heart seemed to skip. As though it were waking from a cold damp slumber and stretched its feathered wings.
What. The. Fuck. Oh no, you go back to being dead right this instant!
He swallowed, rolling his eyes and trying to look more disgruntled than what he actually was.
"Just give me the damn copy. "
He demanded, which was promptly met with a chuckle, a smile. And him bending over to reveal even better of a view.
Yeah. He was asking for heart break with this guy. Last thing he needed in his life was more heart break.
He plopped the heady hardcopy into Darnell's hands. His eyes seemed to gleam as he held his most recent favorite romance novel. It was glorious! It was just as great as everything written about it in the forums!
He slouched back into his normal mood, His lip stuck out as he avoided eye contact and held the book tightly to his chest.
"Thanks."
"No problem, I can check you out as well if you'd like. It looks like your friends may have come back for you after all." He chuckled again, waving politely to the two girls standing outside.
Why were they just watching the whole scene? Were they expecting something from all this?!
He bought his book and went about his day. His friends teasing him that the guy back there was right up his alley in every way, shape and form!
"Did you get his name?"
"Did you get his number...?"
" His names Bryan. No, Why would I even bother?" They continued their taunts. Although they all stopped suddenly in their steps, the sound of rampant feet clattering towards the group.
They had gone quite a ways from the bookstore now and were on their way home, surprised to find the handsome and bold short haired red head sprinting towards them.
He huffed, changed from his bookstore uniform. He was red in the face a large smile as he tried to play off how awkward it must have looked running towards them.
"I cant--!"He tried to say between gasps for air. "Believe I ran into you again!" He stated exasperated, "I thought about this earlier, I got so excited when I saw you again I thought it might be a good chance!" he began to dig around in his pocket, pulling out his phone.
"I notice you read romance in my mother's store a lot! I thought you might be interested in maybe coming to a book club with me. It's run by my sister. The next reading is 'What blooms in winter' A new romance story that was released by an armature novelist. "
He smiled, directing the phone screen to Darnell in particular.
"I figured I could...Get your number. It's next week. I can even stop by and pick you up by the store?"
In Darnell's mind at that moment he could heart the thrum of his heart, His friends both at a loss for words. That was basically asking for a date. Adding in some lame excuse for how he could get his number.
He rolled his eyes.
His head was screaming for a yes, yes, YES! Though he instead shoved the phone back into the guys hands. "Why in the world would I bother going to something so childish as a book club. "he snarled. Turning sharply on his heel.
"S-Sorry he--" "Stop talking to the creep!" He interrupted, Not wanting to put up with Stella's excuse.
After that, he said good bye to his friends. Hugs and cheers as they departed. He stood there in the hallway. Waiting for everyone to get to their dorms.
He stood in the silence. Looked left. Looked right.
Then he found his legs were moving on their own.
Sprinting as fast, if not faster, than he thought possible down the hallway, bursting through the doors of his apartment, back down that alley way with his sneakers noisily smacking against the loud concrete.
He turned the corner to the empty city street to see a lone man in a dark green and white t-shirt walking with his hands in his pockets.
He looked a bit forlorn to say the least and turned almost at the last minute to view a black haired, skinny pale male moving faster than he had since middle school gym.
He could barely stop, barreling towards the broad-shouldered red head. He stopped just in time before a crash course collision.
Gasping in deep shallow breaths. He couldnt dare try to say words.
They both stood there in awkward silence.
"Are you al--"He was about to ask, though Darnell very quickly grabbed for his phone from his hands. He held his breath as he rushed to type in his number and throw it back into his hands.
He still was quite breathless but now stood up straight, a scowl present on his face and turned back to walk jelly legged back to his apartment. Leaving the man to the empty street once more.
A soft chuckle being heard from him.
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Apparently, The world wasnt always like this. His name was Flint. Flint Somerset. Now at the rising age of 23 years old the world and the way things are currently being cared for is mostly everything He had known. Aside from old grey worn out travelers, with old worn out stories. Talking about how the tall buildings in the cluttered mess of cities use to be filled with people instead of mutants. How trees were something that you had to drive far out to see. Now the lush over grown vines break through any weak window it can. The landscape varied so much though just by a few Kilometers of land. Shifting drastically from an over grown jungle where it feels like someone is constantly watching overhead, to a mundane desert where you wonder if anything even lives there. Currently, That was what Flint found himself doing. He had found himself wondering around again. He had heavy set black boots with orange sand dusting the rims of his shoes as he dragged his heavy feet across the barren dry wasteland. The crunch of the cracked and parched earth under his shoes was a constant reminder that he was miles from the nearest source of a settlement. Above his shoes he had green patched camo pants, a bandana hanging around his left knee for extra support. Ever since he messed it up falling down a cliff he thought was a shorter distance than it was he felt a cramp when he walked for too long on it with out the bandana. The bandana was once one large bandana, orange in color and the same one he wore to pull back his long dark red- brown hair. He kept the sides of his head shaved short so that when he traveled through these area's he didnt die. Though, he didnt shave it completely, leaving the locks of long hair to weave and fall over to the right side of his head. He had a broad chin and looked younger than he actually was. Especially because of his slender frame. Which didnt help the fact he was gay and most men would look at him like a walking meat market. Slender frame, nice thighs and a good belly. It also didnt help he steered clear of most people in general. He didnt enjoy having to prove himself every time he ran into some burley over muscled douchebag. He had a tan collared shirt with a dark green jacket hung over, the long sleeves pulled up as high as he could get them. He refused to take off the jacket and become more burned than he already was though. Instead choosing back sweat over being comfortable and near naked. Slung over his left shoulder was a NR.6 M24. A sniper rifle. It was heavy and half his size. But it was his favorite gun that he had fixed up. He found it while out scouting. He was beginning to pass through a small empty ghost town. The ominous feeling that people once lived here and all died at the same time really sinking in as shadows of what was left painted the walls. Women,Children, men. All in the same portrait forever engraved into the walls and side walks of the streets where they died. The town seemed pretty empty. As always. Yet there was a quick fury of movement Flint found himself swept up in within seconds. Hurried feet and suddenly a hand grabbed him from behind. Cupping over his mouth before he had time to react. He was being thrown into a building that looked as though people had left in a hurry. It was dark. Then there were voices being heard just outside. A group of men. Flint struggled quite violently pulling off the man's hand and shooting daggers as he crouched beside his assailant. "And just what in the fuck do you think youre doing?!" He hissed, whispering in a low tone until he knew just WHY he was hiding.
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New writing blog
I wanted to start making a writer’s blog.
I draw and write and often roleplay and am wanting to go to art school to study art and maybe become a therapist or an art teacher of some sort.
But, I have recently started becoming interested in trying to write my own book. So, Im using this blog to document my various ideas and short stories that come to my mind when im happy or upset.
#Cannibaldeerdoe#writing blog#writing#story ideas#short stories#if any of these happen to catch anyone's interest let me know and I can write more parts to stories?
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