[Watching the twitch.tv live stream of 5hizzle as he plays Dayz. Wrote this as his character explore Dayz. Overly exaggerated description and undermined story flow.]
Hiding behind the concrete wall, still heaving loud and audible in the quiet surroundings, Carl could not believe his arms was still holding the fully-loaded fire extinguisher high in the air, and next to his shoulder.
Bang.
The next thing Carl knew when he woke up, he was in a field of golden willow, and a vast, open field with...
Pretending
[I wrote this about an year ago. Unedited. Freshly dug out from bighuglabs' Writer]
He's been shot once in the stomach, he believe a guy with the handgun just walked right into the coffee shop and popped a bullet into his body around his lower left rib bone. He could felt the blood slowly and steadily running over his hands covered at the wound. The room looks foggy, everything sounded weird, a drum started somewhere near, so near and loud. His lip going dry and pale, eyes could not concentrate,...
Form a Force
The Beginning
Everyone in the Bakerville would be spared if things were that simple.
Sal Verno, first daughter of the Verno household, and descendant of a long forgotten warrior, could never escape from this matter. And she wouldn't have to leave her three young sisters to the Wise One at the mountain top, and she wouldn't have to ride to the edge of the lake in the dark mask of the night, if not for the beast that had terrorized the villagers for a living.
Most harvests were collected and consumed...
Ice on the Sidewalk
Whoever left that shoe box sized ice cube on the middle of the street, must have known that people passing by would be glancing at it, and suddenly felt the coolness emitting from the inside of that melting crystal. That pool of water gathering around the ice cube, that was the best testimony of how hot the day was, and what people felt like when walking down the streets.
"Seriously, I'd not anticipated anything from such a simple and boring thing," that old man said, his short silver hair glittering,...
The Cargo Port
The night air smiled of burning torches covered under a wet blanket, there was also the stench of fish and clam. And far from the shore was the sound of the seagull, crying for its midnight snacks. It certainly felt like that when there was a mist that had hindered lights from the lamps, and invaded the small cargo port, causing a sudden decease in visibility. The shoreline, paved with shiny cobble stone, shone with the radiance of the moon, was uncomfortably bright. The star above hadn't matured,...
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