He had extremely pale skin the color of snow and cotton, his face fairly long and narrow. His features were hidden until he lifted his hood. He had a scar on his left cheek, it looked fresh. But that did not distract away Walker’s attention off the tattoo he had on his right arm, the wolf. His gaze was quickly interrupted by a force that pushed him onto his back. He was powerless to the frightening figure, as he drew his blade up to Walker’s neck. Walker expected his end to come soon, but his expectations were dashed as the cloaked man turned himself to face the officer and the young cadets. He slowly walked up to the image of Walker, his blade still at his grasp. He paused behind him, and turned to look at the fallen Walker, his smile growing by the second. The scene collapsed as the man lunged his blade deep into the image of Walker. Walker could feel the sharp pain once again, and his world slowly turned black.
His world was now no longer the B-451 taxi way, it was now a complete manifest of darkness, as Walker lay helplessly, wanting to scream but unable to make even the weakest of sounds, not even a breath. The figure, now staring straight at him, slowly marched up his feet. His blade now covered in blood, and the fallen image of Walker still lying on the ground just behind him. “Is this really the end?” Walker’s thoughts rang out through his mind.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
He had extremely pale skin the color of snow and cotton, his face fairly long and narrow. His features were hidden until he lifted his hood. He had a scar on his left cheek, it looked fresh. But that did not distract away Walker’s attention off the tattoo he had on his right arm, the wolf. His gaze was quickly interrupted by a force that pushed him onto his back. He was powerless to the frightening figure, as he drew his blade up to Walker’s neck. Walker expected his end to come soon, but his expectations were dashed as the cloaked man turned himself to face the officer and the young cadets. He slowly walked up to the image of Walker, his blade still at his grasp. He paused behind him, and turned to look at the fallen Walker, his smile growing by the second. The scene collapsed as the man lunged his blade deep into the image of Walker. Walker could feel the sharp pain once again, and his world slowly turned black.
His world was now no longer the B-451 taxi way, it was now a complete manifest of darkness, as Walker lay helplessly, wanting to scream but unable to make even the weakest of sounds, not even a breath. The figure, now staring straight at him, slowly marched up his feet. His blade now covered in blood, and the fallen image of Walker still lying on the ground just behind him. “Is this really the end?” Walker’s thoughts rang out through his mind.