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The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty, desolate halls. Two men and a woman, running for their lives, passed through these halls of the dead. They really didn't have a choice, someone was chasing them. Everywhere where they ran, it looked the same. Not only was the complex built like a labyrinth, the corridors where made identical to fool intruders. The woman was holding a map, with which she tried to navigate. One of the men held a suitcase tightly to his chest as he ran, always being close to fall whenever they turned into a new path. The other man was holding a scalpel, which was covered in dry blood. Everything was covered in blood. Their clothes, the map, the suitcase, the hallways... Everywhere they went, there was just more and more bodies. Someone had entered. It was now all over, the jig was up. If this came out to the rest of the world, surely they would all be blamed. But that was the least of their Problems right now. The woman stopped for a second, having to catch her breath. The men slows down when they notice this, not wanting to stop completely. Just one hour before this, they were just doing what they do everyday. They had just been working. The woman, Nicole, felt fear grasp her heart. She could hear them getting closer. The man with the suitcase, Martin, started to panic. He hurried over to Nicole, screaming at her.
- Don't just stand there, we have to move, we have to get out of here, now.
The man with the scalpel, Joseph, was motionless. He tried to listen for their sound, how far away they were. He looked down on his hands just for a moment, but that moment was enough. What he saw frightened him even more than their pursuers. His clothes, his hands, everything, sullied in blood. Not even during surgery did he get covered in so much blood. He was about to yell, when Nicole approached him, told him to just forget about it, and embraced him. Martin was still shouting at her, and now also on Joseph.
- We have to go, didn't you hear me before, they are closing in on us, it's not safe here.
But they wouldn't move an inch. Inside him, a hint of envy sparked. But the feeling was soon replaced by fear. They had been taking too long. Behind him he could hear the sound of someone hazing through the hallway, almost like he was dragging his weight behind him. Nicole heard the same thing, and knew what had to be done. She looked into the face of her lover, and Joseph knew what she wanted him to do. He gave her the scalpel, and whispered to her that he would wait for her, so she had to make it back alive. Nicole could do nothing more than to silently nod, trying her best to hold back her tears that was welling up. Martin couldn't wait anymore, so he just grabbed Joseph's arm and yanked him away from Nicole, both of whom crying, knowing full well that they might never see each other again. Alive that is.
- Don't just stand there, we have to move, we have to get out of here, now.
The man with the scalpel, Joseph, was motionless. He tried to listen for their sound, how far away they were. He looked down on his hands just for a moment, but that moment was enough. What he saw frightened him even more than their pursuers. His clothes, his hands, everything, sullied in blood. Not even during surgery did he get covered in so much blood. He was about to yell, when Nicole approached him, told him to just forget about it, and embraced him. Martin was still shouting at her, and now also on Joseph.
- We have to go, didn't you hear me before, they are closing in on us, it's not safe here.
But they wouldn't move an inch. Inside him, a hint of envy sparked. But the feeling was soon replaced by fear. They had been taking too long. Behind him he could hear the sound of someone hazing through the hallway, almost like he was dragging his weight behind him. Nicole heard the same thing, and knew what had to be done. She looked into the face of her lover, and Joseph knew what she wanted him to do. He gave her the scalpel, and whispered to her that he would wait for her, so she had to make it back alive. Nicole could do nothing more than to silently nod, trying her best to hold back her tears that was welling up. Martin couldn't wait anymore, so he just grabbed Joseph's arm and yanked him away from Nicole, both of whom crying, knowing full well that they might never see each other again. Alive that is.
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I Sent A Letter To God
Well, actually, I e-mailed him. Here's a transcript of said e-mail:
To: yahweh@4chan.org
From: a-s-m-i-t-h@deviantart.com
Subject: Wassup?
Hey, God, I've been feeling kinda lonely lately. It seems around every corner something horrible is happening to someone who doesn't deserve it. It feels like the world could be destroyed every morning I wake up, and in all likelihood by someone worshiping one of your names. I just need some assurance that being good actually has an upside anymore. Because if not, I'd really like to be a pirate. That'd be pretty sweet.
____________________________
Who puts a sig in an email? Honestly?
Well, just ima
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Religion
So I grew up Catholic. Baptized, Communion, Reconciliation, Conformation, the whole enchilada.
Having everyone and their mother stick preconceived notions in your face really makes you go crazy inside, or at least it did me.
Being Atheist doesn't mean I'm a "devil worshiper" or that I am a bad person.
I actually am a good person.
That's another thing America puts in your heads.
"Good Christian Girl, Good Catholic Girl"
There's no such thing as
"Good Atheist Girl"
Which I think is very dumb!
I am a good person. I care about others, I respect people, I love to laugh and make other people laugh, I love children, and helping people.
J
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How to Troll
How to Troll: A Pocket Guide to Ruling the Internet
Trolling the internet can be a demanding task. It takes skill and a lot of hard work to bully people from the safety of your computer, and this guide was designed to make your life easier.
The golden rule of trolling is to remember that you are awesome; you are always right, and everyone else is always inferior. That is precisely why you should be the one to dominate the internet, instead of those pesky moderators.
The first step of asserting this dominance is to pick a victim. This is perhaps the easiest part of the process; if you modify your technique accordingly, nearly anyone can be
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Just a little teaser of a new story I am working on, this being the very first part of the first chapter. It will be a zombie story, and be a lot more serious piece of work then Andreas Saerdna. I will be continuing working on said story too, but I needed something else to get my writing going for real. Hope you like it!
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nice, that was an enjoyable read. It was quite tense. Just one tip, there were a few places where gramma went a little hay wire, but I supose that happens in all stories in progress. Again, nice job! I'll be looking at your gallery to see if there are any more sweet treats like this!