Post by B33F on Feb 16, 2007 23:52:26 GMT -5
Yeah, I made this around November, It was for Engrish class, so yeah... (I got an A on it )
THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
Michael Ross
It was a normal day. Maybe too normal, my friends and I were so bored we decided to take a stroll into the peaceful nature of our forest in the south end of our community... See, we were known as the Brigand, a treacherous group of kids who have done “evil” in our community. No one loved us, And we love no one. See we are hunted for what we do and our numbers are slowly dwindling. So we retreat to a certain place in the forest we call the “Grove” a place we can go and live our lives the way we want. But maybe we should of repent of our sins.
We traveled to the secluded haven of our sanctuary as any normal day. But when we arrived there was a dark sinister silence about the area. Never have I felt such a strong evil anywhere near hear. When we managed to the center there we saw a glimpse of the horror we were to see all of our friends lay strung all over seemingly horrified of something. Upon closer inspection there was black mist upon each of there faces... Now the only people left of the Brigand were me... The “Cutter” of the group. John, the only one of us who takes pleasure in torturing tramps. And one person we only call “Him”. He would never tell us what he did but we knew we should never know. As we lay down in the grass to continplate our situation. As we lay in the soft grass we see a nuturing malevolence of a storm forming above. We quickly took shelter in a dark dreary ruin like structure. It looked more sinister than the storm before us, but we had nothing better beset us. When we entered our heads went light and we collapsed upon the floor of the dreary cave.
Upon waking up from our slumber we were in a different location. It seemed sinister but there was a malice in the air. We ventured into the dark solitude... When we came to a fork in the road there was a dead silence. We were each pulled to a different locale. Each of us were knocked unconscious. Last thing we remembered was a figure saying, “You all must pay for your sins!”
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“Him” woke up to see himself shacked to a boulder.
“What the hell is happening? Where the hell am I?”
As he said these words the lights in the room came on. A small ghoulish girl with a knife in her throat came up to him. She looked familiar but “Him” couldn’t put the face with a name...
“Do you want to play mister?”
“Who the hell are you? Where am I?”
As soon as he said that a large figure appeared next to the girl. He said nothing but “Him” knew that this “man” was here for something else. He unshackled “Him” and carried him to a dungeon that looked more like a laboratory from a scary movie than a dungeon. The large figure brought down some large hooks from the ceiling and put “Him” on them. As the flesh of “Him” tore into the cold steel of the relentless hooks the small figure took the knife embedded in her throat and gave it to the large figure saying:
“Make him pay for his sins!”
As she said this the man became clearer. “Him” recognized the man as his dad! But this wasn’t his dad at all. His dad would never do this to his own son! But the memories of Him’s sins became clearer. Thrusting a knife into his baby sisters throat was the last thought “Him” remembered before the man thrusted his knife into the stomach of “Him”.
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John was the next to wake up. He woke up in a dark ally which was very dark and dreary. He ventured into the darkness of the alleyway. He stumbled upon a severed leg. As he did he saw movement ahead.
“Hello?”
No response.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
Some more shuffling
As soon as he tried to get his next breath out he was snatched from behind by a mysterious figure. As soon as he tried to do anything he noticed many figures coming towards him. As he saw the horror unfold they were all of the bums and tramps he had slaughtered over the years. Some had there head bashed in some had there eyes cut out. Others had there neck dangling on a thread. John knew his time had come. He seemed calm.
One by one each took there vengeance upon John. Each disfiguring him more and more. Each tramp and bum took sweet revenge on John. Finally with his last breath John fell to the ground. The first bum that John slaughtered came upon him, raised his head and pulled each eye out of John’s head and put them in his own sockets. John laid on the ground motionless.
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Finally I lay awoke waiting for my demise. I witnessed first hand all of my friends demises. I don’t know how but somehow I lived in there minds as they got slaughtered. What will come of my life? Will I die of a even more gruesome demise than my friends? Will I be punished for my sins? Or will I be set free? This must be a dream. Right? Why would this happen to us the Brigand? I mean we live our own lives and leave everyone else alone. I wiped the sweat off my brow as I wait for my demise.
“HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!”
As I say my plea, I heard a loud thumping. Was this my heart? No, it couldn’t be. I hear the loud thump again. I am sure its not my heart. It must be... I finally figured out that the thumping was not my heart. But the heart of the first person I killed. I killed her and cut her heart out and ate it. She was my first love. I stood in shock when I saw her animated corpse lunging towards me. When she inched closer to me she said.
“I loved you. Why did you do this to me?”
Coming towards me she grabbed my chest. Feeling a sharp pain she ripped my heart out. The last thing I could remember was my love before the incident.
================================*===================================
I awoke for a brief second, a blackish mist on my face. All I saw were the disfigured looks on the faces of my friends. Before I died I saw a man saying that his mission was complete. He had done his purification of the forest. With my last breath all I said was, why? The last thing I saw hovering over me was the dark moon.
~End
THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
Michael Ross
It was a normal day. Maybe too normal, my friends and I were so bored we decided to take a stroll into the peaceful nature of our forest in the south end of our community... See, we were known as the Brigand, a treacherous group of kids who have done “evil” in our community. No one loved us, And we love no one. See we are hunted for what we do and our numbers are slowly dwindling. So we retreat to a certain place in the forest we call the “Grove” a place we can go and live our lives the way we want. But maybe we should of repent of our sins.
We traveled to the secluded haven of our sanctuary as any normal day. But when we arrived there was a dark sinister silence about the area. Never have I felt such a strong evil anywhere near hear. When we managed to the center there we saw a glimpse of the horror we were to see all of our friends lay strung all over seemingly horrified of something. Upon closer inspection there was black mist upon each of there faces... Now the only people left of the Brigand were me... The “Cutter” of the group. John, the only one of us who takes pleasure in torturing tramps. And one person we only call “Him”. He would never tell us what he did but we knew we should never know. As we lay down in the grass to continplate our situation. As we lay in the soft grass we see a nuturing malevolence of a storm forming above. We quickly took shelter in a dark dreary ruin like structure. It looked more sinister than the storm before us, but we had nothing better beset us. When we entered our heads went light and we collapsed upon the floor of the dreary cave.
Upon waking up from our slumber we were in a different location. It seemed sinister but there was a malice in the air. We ventured into the dark solitude... When we came to a fork in the road there was a dead silence. We were each pulled to a different locale. Each of us were knocked unconscious. Last thing we remembered was a figure saying, “You all must pay for your sins!”
================================*===================================
“Him” woke up to see himself shacked to a boulder.
“What the hell is happening? Where the hell am I?”
As he said these words the lights in the room came on. A small ghoulish girl with a knife in her throat came up to him. She looked familiar but “Him” couldn’t put the face with a name...
“Do you want to play mister?”
“Who the hell are you? Where am I?”
As soon as he said that a large figure appeared next to the girl. He said nothing but “Him” knew that this “man” was here for something else. He unshackled “Him” and carried him to a dungeon that looked more like a laboratory from a scary movie than a dungeon. The large figure brought down some large hooks from the ceiling and put “Him” on them. As the flesh of “Him” tore into the cold steel of the relentless hooks the small figure took the knife embedded in her throat and gave it to the large figure saying:
“Make him pay for his sins!”
As she said this the man became clearer. “Him” recognized the man as his dad! But this wasn’t his dad at all. His dad would never do this to his own son! But the memories of Him’s sins became clearer. Thrusting a knife into his baby sisters throat was the last thought “Him” remembered before the man thrusted his knife into the stomach of “Him”.
================================*===================================
John was the next to wake up. He woke up in a dark ally which was very dark and dreary. He ventured into the darkness of the alleyway. He stumbled upon a severed leg. As he did he saw movement ahead.
“Hello?”
No response.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
Some more shuffling
As soon as he tried to get his next breath out he was snatched from behind by a mysterious figure. As soon as he tried to do anything he noticed many figures coming towards him. As he saw the horror unfold they were all of the bums and tramps he had slaughtered over the years. Some had there head bashed in some had there eyes cut out. Others had there neck dangling on a thread. John knew his time had come. He seemed calm.
One by one each took there vengeance upon John. Each disfiguring him more and more. Each tramp and bum took sweet revenge on John. Finally with his last breath John fell to the ground. The first bum that John slaughtered came upon him, raised his head and pulled each eye out of John’s head and put them in his own sockets. John laid on the ground motionless.
================================*===================================
Finally I lay awoke waiting for my demise. I witnessed first hand all of my friends demises. I don’t know how but somehow I lived in there minds as they got slaughtered. What will come of my life? Will I die of a even more gruesome demise than my friends? Will I be punished for my sins? Or will I be set free? This must be a dream. Right? Why would this happen to us the Brigand? I mean we live our own lives and leave everyone else alone. I wiped the sweat off my brow as I wait for my demise.
“HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!”
As I say my plea, I heard a loud thumping. Was this my heart? No, it couldn’t be. I hear the loud thump again. I am sure its not my heart. It must be... I finally figured out that the thumping was not my heart. But the heart of the first person I killed. I killed her and cut her heart out and ate it. She was my first love. I stood in shock when I saw her animated corpse lunging towards me. When she inched closer to me she said.
“I loved you. Why did you do this to me?”
Coming towards me she grabbed my chest. Feeling a sharp pain she ripped my heart out. The last thing I could remember was my love before the incident.
================================*===================================
I awoke for a brief second, a blackish mist on my face. All I saw were the disfigured looks on the faces of my friends. Before I died I saw a man saying that his mission was complete. He had done his purification of the forest. With my last breath all I said was, why? The last thing I saw hovering over me was the dark moon.
~End