"Things fall apart. The Center cannot hold. The blood dimm'd tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity."
"The Second Coming"
by William Butler Yeats
Inside an apartment building there was a floor, on that floor there was a room, in that room there was a closet, and in that closet there lay a little girl, whimpering and crying. She, as of many people, had witnessed one of the most frightning(and disturbing)things that she will ever witness by her aged, yet still young eyes. The little girl stopped whimpering, as she could tell the man was listening through the door that covered the closet at that moment, and if the man heard her, she would meet her end like the other unfortunate souls outside the closet door.
The little girl, scared beyond her young comprehension, let out a small whimper, tried to take it back in, but couldn't. The door opened slowley, the man had heard, the little girl hid in the deep shadows of the closet. The door stopped opening just before the light hit where the little girl was hiding, the man looked in, but saw nothing. And so, just as a woman screamed, the man closed the door shut, and, from what the little girl could hear, took out a knife. Another door could be heard opened, by, as it may seem, either the man or the woman(from the little girls perspective)closed it.
Six stapping noises reached the little girls ears, a shrill scream echoed through the entire building, and, even though the little girl was shakeing so hard that it was hard to hear even the loudest sound, she could hear that it was her mother. This, of course, made the girl cry and sob uncontrollably, to have ones mother die at a such a horrific time in her daughters life was one thing none would want to happen, but happen it did. And, since the girl was crying, and now, screaming, the man heard.
The door flew open and the man was standing right there, the little girl did not notice right away, but, soon looked up and screamed even louder, crying even more. The man had a blank experssion on his face, and, also had blood all over his body. The girl looked down, not wanting to see the horror the face bestowed when it was shown to people. The man, as he always did when he was in a situation like this, graped the little girl by her hair, she screamed.
The man walked outside of the closet and put the little girl down, the little girl, who had been screaming and crying enough to make her lose her voice, banged her head against the floor several times, not being able to perseve what was happening. But, as the little girl was about to bang her head for the twelth time, she saw that her mother was still barely alive. The little girls mother looked at her daughter and whispered something, but the girl could not hear. The mother passed away.
The little girls voice was gone, so she could not cry or scream, just show true horror on her face. The man took out a gun, the little girl turned around for a second and looked at it, she did not know exactly what a gun was, neither its name, but she knew(and had seen)that it had killed people. The man put a round of bullets into the gun and got ready to shoot, the little girl turned back around to look at her mother, and, even though the mother was not alive, she left a loving face on for her daughter. The man fired the bullet, it went into the girls head.
The man, as always, kept a blank expersion on his face, he could never change it, for some reason he just had not emotions, even after he had caused a total mess. The man, seemed to try to sigh, but just couldn't. Knowing(or rather knowing what to do on instinct)that there was no one left alive, went for the door. But just as he was about to open it, he blasted open on him. A gun appered through the door way, it shot three bullets. One went to the mans shoulder, just blowing a little skin off and makiing it hurt, the other went straight through the mans eye, making blood and just the general eye ooze out. And the final went to the mans upper left head, blowing it completely apart. Another mess had been made.
I would like comments, and yes, I know it is graphic in the violence.
"The Second Coming"
by William Butler Yeats
Inside an apartment building there was a floor, on that floor there was a room, in that room there was a closet, and in that closet there lay a little girl, whimpering and crying. She, as of many people, had witnessed one of the most frightning(and disturbing)things that she will ever witness by her aged, yet still young eyes. The little girl stopped whimpering, as she could tell the man was listening through the door that covered the closet at that moment, and if the man heard her, she would meet her end like the other unfortunate souls outside the closet door.
The little girl, scared beyond her young comprehension, let out a small whimper, tried to take it back in, but couldn't. The door opened slowley, the man had heard, the little girl hid in the deep shadows of the closet. The door stopped opening just before the light hit where the little girl was hiding, the man looked in, but saw nothing. And so, just as a woman screamed, the man closed the door shut, and, from what the little girl could hear, took out a knife. Another door could be heard opened, by, as it may seem, either the man or the woman(from the little girls perspective)closed it.
Six stapping noises reached the little girls ears, a shrill scream echoed through the entire building, and, even though the little girl was shakeing so hard that it was hard to hear even the loudest sound, she could hear that it was her mother. This, of course, made the girl cry and sob uncontrollably, to have ones mother die at a such a horrific time in her daughters life was one thing none would want to happen, but happen it did. And, since the girl was crying, and now, screaming, the man heard.
The door flew open and the man was standing right there, the little girl did not notice right away, but, soon looked up and screamed even louder, crying even more. The man had a blank experssion on his face, and, also had blood all over his body. The girl looked down, not wanting to see the horror the face bestowed when it was shown to people. The man, as he always did when he was in a situation like this, graped the little girl by her hair, she screamed.
The man walked outside of the closet and put the little girl down, the little girl, who had been screaming and crying enough to make her lose her voice, banged her head against the floor several times, not being able to perseve what was happening. But, as the little girl was about to bang her head for the twelth time, she saw that her mother was still barely alive. The little girls mother looked at her daughter and whispered something, but the girl could not hear. The mother passed away.
The little girls voice was gone, so she could not cry or scream, just show true horror on her face. The man took out a gun, the little girl turned around for a second and looked at it, she did not know exactly what a gun was, neither its name, but she knew(and had seen)that it had killed people. The man put a round of bullets into the gun and got ready to shoot, the little girl turned back around to look at her mother, and, even though the mother was not alive, she left a loving face on for her daughter. The man fired the bullet, it went into the girls head.
The man, as always, kept a blank expersion on his face, he could never change it, for some reason he just had not emotions, even after he had caused a total mess. The man, seemed to try to sigh, but just couldn't. Knowing(or rather knowing what to do on instinct)that there was no one left alive, went for the door. But just as he was about to open it, he blasted open on him. A gun appered through the door way, it shot three bullets. One went to the mans shoulder, just blowing a little skin off and makiing it hurt, the other went straight through the mans eye, making blood and just the general eye ooze out. And the final went to the mans upper left head, blowing it completely apart. Another mess had been made.
I would like comments, and yes, I know it is graphic in the violence.
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