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Woops sorry forgot to do a title this is a entry for SSC 20 its called Scales of Life!
Waking up,walking to the bathroom,my back hurts,i've been laying wrong in bed. I drop to the floor and drag myself along it into the bathroom. I then pull myself up with the sink. I grabbed the Scales haven't weighed myself in ages and I was getting quite fat. As my cold feet stand on to the scales I feel it push down into the floor it sounds like its cracking as it goes up the numbers. My mouths is gapping so much it has just landed on twenty. I faint to the floor and black out. Minutes later I wake with blood dripping from my head and dribble dripping from my mouth. I couldn't get back up I felt so ill. As I tried sit up it felt like my stomach was rolling. My feet bent forwards I nearly got up but just dropped to the floor I fell and smashed on to the scales they smashed to bits the glass from the scales stabbed into me.
I dragged myself across the floor again I had to get to my mobile that was the closeist thing I could get to the phone was very far away as I dragged myself along the floor the glass scrapped across my stomach. The pain shot though my body. Blood ran down my body as I got to my mobile I picked it up and tryed to call my mum. But then that stupid message came on saying I didn't have any credit. I got so mad and threw my mobile at the wall I watched it smash in front of my eyes I was feeling so mad and ill now. Why couldn't I get up had I eaten something bad had some spiked my drink last night and made me fill really ill,did I have a disease. I picked a glass and threw it at the wall too I felt so crazy smashing glasses at the wall I grabbed my gun and held it at my head.
Was life worth living anymore I couldn't get up I had glass stabbed into my body,blood ran down my body,I felt so ill,my scales were broken,I felt so mad and I just wanted to die. A knock came at my door "Jake you in there you ok the neighbours told me they heard smashing" called Tim he was my friend. "Im sorry Tim but I feel so ill and I want to die so goodbye Tim your my best friend and must die now goodbye" I called. "No Jake don't do it please" screamed Tim. I pulled the trigger and blew my brains at the wall.
I had now broken the scales and these were the real scales the scales of life!
Waking up,walking to the bathroom,my back hurts,i've been laying wrong in bed. I drop to the floor and drag myself along it into the bathroom. I then pull myself up with the sink. I grabbed the Scales haven't weighed myself in ages and I was getting quite fat. As my cold feet stand on to the scales I feel it push down into the floor it sounds like its cracking as it goes up the numbers. My mouths is gapping so much it has just landed on twenty. I faint to the floor and black out. Minutes later I wake with blood dripping from my head and dribble dripping from my mouth. I couldn't get back up I felt so ill. As I tried sit up it felt like my stomach was rolling. My feet bent forwards I nearly got up but just dropped to the floor I fell and smashed on to the scales they smashed to bits the glass from the scales stabbed into me.
I dragged myself across the floor again I had to get to my mobile that was the closeist thing I could get to the phone was very far away as I dragged myself along the floor the glass scrapped across my stomach. The pain shot though my body. Blood ran down my body as I got to my mobile I picked it up and tryed to call my mum. But then that stupid message came on saying I didn't have any credit. I got so mad and threw my mobile at the wall I watched it smash in front of my eyes I was feeling so mad and ill now. Why couldn't I get up had I eaten something bad had some spiked my drink last night and made me fill really ill,did I have a disease. I picked a glass and threw it at the wall too I felt so crazy smashing glasses at the wall I grabbed my gun and held it at my head.
Was life worth living anymore I couldn't get up I had glass stabbed into my body,blood ran down my body,I felt so ill,my scales were broken,I felt so mad and I just wanted to die. A knock came at my door "Jake you in there you ok the neighbours told me they heard smashing" called Tim he was my friend. "Im sorry Tim but I feel so ill and I want to die so goodbye Tim your my best friend and must die now goodbye" I called. "No Jake don't do it please" screamed Tim. I pulled the trigger and blew my brains at the wall.
I had now broken the scales and these were the real scales the scales of life!
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Thank you very much but I need to change like all you idiots are saying I will try and write better next time!
Absolute cracker of a story there, Mr Bob.
Hedfix wrote:
> I fear your confidence is mis-placed.
> I fear your confidence is mis-placed.
jacques arnaux wrote:
> Hedfix wrote:
> I'm sorry but you just posted this much about something you
> apprently
> care nothing about!
>
> so i did!
>
> but you see - for you, that may appear to have required some form of
> effort, considering your apparent mentally challenged state
>
> but for i, it's merely stabbing at some buttons
>
> really now - you think that small paragraph denotes me caring?
> puh-lease, sister
Don't answer to him - it's only fun for him to write abuse if people take notice of it. Kinda ironic that I'm now drawing attention to it but in future let's just let him rant away purposelessly. After all, we all know his opinion counts for nothing :-)
> Hedfix wrote:
> I'm sorry but you just posted this much about something you
> apprently
> care nothing about!
>
> so i did!
>
> but you see - for you, that may appear to have required some form of
> effort, considering your apparent mentally challenged state
>
> but for i, it's merely stabbing at some buttons
>
> really now - you think that small paragraph denotes me caring?
> puh-lease, sister
Don't answer to him - it's only fun for him to write abuse if people take notice of it. Kinda ironic that I'm now drawing attention to it but in future let's just let him rant away purposelessly. After all, we all know his opinion counts for nothing :-)
I fear your confidence is mis-placed.
:D
I can write creatively
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Wrote that with my ear
uhwguhh;ui;w
Wrote that with my ear
jacques arnaux wrote:
> the depressing thing is you seem to be under the (unfortunately
> inaccurate, by the way) impression that we care about whatever
> non-existant point you've contrived
>
> even more depressing is your incessant attempts to make us feel
> humbled due to our lack of understanding of your - least, in your own
> view - high brow, intellectual, subtle comedy
>
> go away
>
> least, start being interesting/funny/anythingbutwhatyouare
I'm sorry but you just posted this much about something you apprently care nothing about!
Try 'not replying' it works better.
Although I find it less funny.
> the depressing thing is you seem to be under the (unfortunately
> inaccurate, by the way) impression that we care about whatever
> non-existant point you've contrived
>
> even more depressing is your incessant attempts to make us feel
> humbled due to our lack of understanding of your - least, in your own
> view - high brow, intellectual, subtle comedy
>
> go away
>
> least, start being interesting/funny/anythingbutwhatyouare
I'm sorry but you just posted this much about something you apprently care nothing about!
Try 'not replying' it works better.
Although I find it less funny.
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