Creative Writing: The Three Crimes

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

King shrugged. “Well that's an unexpected thing to say to me, I didn't ever swear to be your partner in whatever your life long plans were.”

He was worn out, his hand hurt badly, and now he had to fight for his life with one of those enormous warriors.

There is a loud ringing and his head pounds. He didn't know what was going on. He opens his eyes slightly, hissing at the bright lights. He wasn't dead. That much he could tell, because if he was dead... why would everything hurt so much?

Attached are the two disciplinary action forms for Rachel. One for March 8th being late and the other one for March 14th for parking in Mari's parking space.

She no longer wore any clothes, deciding to go mostly natural since it would be a hassle to have a wardrobe specifically made not only for her size, but something simple enough she could do herself.

Our marching leader looked as if he wanted to cry with his red puffy eyes, but that wasn’t an option here, and he would only be giving Ross the satisfaction he wanted. The lieutenants pulled Ross aside and I thought they were going to call him out on what he said but instead, they must have told him to run us for his mistake.

It was 3017, and life has never gotten this difficult. Ever since the Gem was stolen, our Kingdom has fallen apart. The once tall, magnificent redwood trees protecting wildlife and hope now wither, with its discolored, curling leaves piled on the ground surrounding them. The distant sun situates our kingdom in a bath of darkness most of the day. Now, it was my job to save the kingdom. President Huckleberry, leader of the kingdom, selected me to go on an expedition to retrieve the gem. My eyelids began to shut, when a familiar ring then fills my ears.

I am surprised and happy by the response to the story thus far. As usual I own nothing I just like to play.

“Well first you can't leave since you already know who we are, second if you leave the Empresses gourds will probably kill you either impaling you or shooting you to death, so looks like your gonna have to join us and defeat the Empress of Souls.” Glen implied.

At the beginning of time, there existed one realm. In it there lived happiness and anguish, joy and pain, and success and failure. These emotions and characteristics were deep and rich. From this world emerged 2 beings, Masculum and Femina, born unto opposite sides in this vast world. The man was found among valleys and mountains, in a land of physical hardship and immense trials of strength and agility. He was forced to be strong in body, and aggressive, as wild animals and plant life sought to destroy him to eradicate his superior form. The woman was born in a land among clever serpentine creatures, foraging beasts, and changing landscapes that required quick thinking. Thus, the attributes of men and women were formed.

I once knew a place once perfect. Where I could wonder, and become lost in the wind of the summer breeze. It seemed like lightyears had passed since the day I filled my lungs with the fresh scent of dew drops of early summer mornings. The memories of the fresh air I once breathed was frozen in time and now served as stories to tell. I took hold of a glass of dirty warm water and downed the foul tasting liquid like a parched camel and wiped the collected dew off my thick beard. Things were rather perfect here and despite the air smelling like wet lawn clippings this was a perfect place; enough to keep me alive. I placed the glass on back on the far side of the desk and accidently nudged a picture frame off the edge. It landed on the hard wooden

My eyes flickered once or twice before they were fully open. I soon adjusted to my surroundings, and noticed the proceeding chaos enclosing me. Nevertheless, I couldn’t determine what the ongoing situation was; there were deafening shrieks and the occasional cries likely to send shivers down your spine. Angry guards, all sick with shock, darted around clamouring, and attempting to express their desolation, “Treason. Murder.” Witnessing the murder of their loyal leader would be challenge to overcome. My mind was blank and my head was pounding, I felt empathetically light headed, almost to the point where I just wanted to close my heavy eyes and never open them again. What has become of me? It is only a matter of time before they denounce me.

Once the townspeople saw and heard at least one of the robots , they went in swinging. They were given an anonymous tip of a secret survivor that the dead families tried to hit the robots in the stomach but it didn't work. So to hit them in the head.

Frank returned to his office and had his administrative assistant to join him for a moment, “Would you please get me Jerry Ruben and Ross Dice, tell them I need to see them yesterday, it’s the utmost importance.”