Twisted Metal February 7, 2008 - December 31, 2008
Twisted metal, reaching for the blackened sky, looked like a tragic forest. Bits of glass were strewn across it's forest floor and smoke was rising in thick and black clouds. I can't find my way out of this forbidden woodland. I feel a sharp pain in my left leg as I make a feeble attempt at hobbling towards safety. It's unbearable and I soon fall to the ground in surrender. I can hear voices searching for surviors, but I know my own is to weak to function.
Now here comes your task. You must write a story including these sentences or having to do very closly with what I've written. It can be a story, poem, screenplay, whatever
Just no erotica
$0.00, An insanely cool badge and a kickass feeling of awesomeness
Created Feb 7, 2008