Hello? Wow. There's an echo in here. I guess it might have to do with the fact that I'm alone. Hmm. So this is my first post. Apparently I started on in sixth grade, thinking people wanted to read my writing. (uncomfortable laugh) I suppose no one will read this, but it is more of a challenge for me to complete one post a day, (maybe one post a week heh).
What will be on this? Everything. From random ramblings of school, writing, drawing, my alcohol issues (just kidding!).
So… an excerpt of something.
He smiled as the cigarette hung from his mouth. He readjusted the rifle and zoned in on the man.
"When are you planning on shooting him?" she said from the sill. He didn't move.
"When I feel like it. It's windy." The ash fell in front of him.
"Get this over with so we can finish the other jobs."
He smiled, "I like to play with them first." He let out a shot right at the man's feet. He scrambled and as he was running away he shot him in the back, straight through the head.
"Was that really necessary?" she sighed as the men from twenty stories down ran to catch them.
He got up, packing his rifle quickly. "I do whatever the hell I want." He said, standing on the sill. The door got kicked in then, the men charging. Lyn grunted with annoyance as she fought them off.
"Adios." The gunman said, jumping out the window.
So… a picture.
