Cold. Not cold, freezing. Also tired. Very tired. Pain, pain, pain pounding against my skull. Everything’s dark. Everything’s moist. Everything’s... I’m feeling... Am I awake? His chest rose and fell. His heart popped in beats. His fingers twitched involuntarily. Although parts of him felt numb, he knew he was somehow alive. He moved his fingers one by one as he tried to regain control of his body. His nerves slowly became responsive, and he began to adjust his body. In the distant parts of his brain, he could hear a voice command him. Get up. He sprang up, eyes wide open. He regretted that instantly, as his eyes blurred from his dizzy head and the bright lights surrounding him. As his focus adjusted, so did his pain. He blinked his …show more content…
meme_me_up_scotty: It was right after the war, probs a very saucy time lol iammiku3: SH GUYS ITS THE FINGE RGAME EVEYRBODY SHUT T UOP I NEED
TO KNOW IF BRYCE DIES!!!!!!
23sienna32: wuts the finger game?
MissMajick (Mod): It’s where they choose a finger to cut off and then they can’t choose certain answers next round. Of course, it’s only in game.
PDiddyKong: Lol i want cash cab to implement this lol
Ah, good old chat room antics. The watcher slurped his ramen as he listened intently. The gamers’ turmoiled over their lost fingers, a mash of panic and yelling. Then the timer stopped, their voices died down, and it was time to move onto the next question.
“David Duchovny and Téa Leoni have a child with what unusual name?” The game’s robotic host asked.
“What the-” Ohmwrecker began, confusion filling his voice.
“Coco? Apple? Kyd? Pilot Inspektor? Who the hell names their child these?” Cartoonz clamored.
“Pfffft!!... Pilot Inspektor!” A chortle came from H2ODelirious. “I-I-I-I really like... Pfft!... I like that one!”
“I know someone named their kid this...” Bryce contemplated out loud. They all continued their conversation, covertly trying to get answers without giving out their own. The boy examined the answers on screen, contemplating each answer thoroughly.
A shadow, lit by the moon, swiftly ran across the backyard. The boy glanced up, eyes widened, body frozen. What was that? He thought as he peered out the window, thoughts clouded with the
He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.
Ben walked over to the girl and touched her shoulder. “Hi, im Ben. What’s your name?” The girl turned around and looked Ben in the eyes.
"ME!" I fully came to consciousness with a scream and a realisation of the cold sweat that drowned my skin and the pain surging through my extremities. I loosed
“What is a Naming, Ma’am?” She finally asked, too curious about this sudden development to remain docile.
There was a fuzzy muddled scene in his eyes when he woke up. The scenary was blurred and disrupted with the refraction of bright white. He looked around as the haze began to fade. He tried to gain awareness of where he was, he had no
“Ok what’s your name, Hun?” Irene asks as she types the information on the computer.
Why are u here and what’s your name?” asks John. “My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City, and I’m here because I fell off my yacht and ended up coming here,” says Rainsford. “How did u get out of the basement?” asks Rainsford. One name came out of Johns mouth,
He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.
“Gavin... Do you know what XHocoCocoX named his new son?” my dad asked with a creepy grin on his face.
Each and every one of us will get a certain name, chosen by a simple box." "'course I won't explain everything, it'll spoil the fun of it. As for the first question..." she pauses, tapping her chin in slight consideration, more or less mockingly, though nobody noticed, as they were too busy being curious. Finally, she snaps her fingers, as if getting an idea.
Rubbing his face and beating his hands only temporarily helped his circulation. After he got his feet wet, they froze. His fingers "seemed remote from his body" because he could not move them. The most obvious clues that the man took in were internal.
“Alright, uh, Yavin. Nice name. I’m Mr. Hiraku. Are you ready?” the teacher asked, looking down at his chart for my name.
“Hello, is someone on here?” said a higher pitched voice “I’m going by the shipwrecked island and was looking for someone to talk to on my journey.”
A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.
Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.