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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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Yeah, I copied them from your post and switched the order around.
I was just trying to get the thread back on the subject of 'creative writing'.
I was just trying to get the thread back on the subject of 'creative writing'.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> The Switch of Life!
> The Scales of Life!
> Ribeana of Death!
> Tears of Death!
> The Switch of Life!
> The Scales of Life!
> Ribeana of Death!
> Tears of Death!
>cares<
No really.
No really.
Getting back to the point about crossbob's stories, they're all identical in concept. Just look at the titles:
Scales of Life!
Tears of death!
The Switch of Life!
Ribeana of Death!
Anyone notice a pattern?
Scales of Life!
Tears of death!
The Switch of Life!
Ribeana of Death!
Anyone notice a pattern?
See now there you go assuming they're relevant to anyone but me.
Glimmer of a point there, by the way.
Glimmer of a point there, by the way.
Your antics aren't funny.
And my new addy is.... private.
And my new addy is.... private.
Normally I'd say your quite good at 'getting the point' of some/most of my antics but over the past 2 days you've really managed to fail.
What's your new MSN addy anyway?
What's your new MSN addy anyway?
Hedfix wrote:
> Like most critics you're infact crap at what you criticise others for
> doing.
Hey, you once wanted me to send something I wrote to the BBC, so you musn't have much taste.
Besides, does my crapness make crossbob any better?
Is he good because I'm bad?
Does the quality of my stories affect his in any way?
No.
You're like one of those morons who'll say "oh you're not one to talk".
Me: That guy is crap.
You: Well you aren't so good yourself!!
Me: And? That makes him good?
Moron.
> Like most critics you're infact crap at what you criticise others for
> doing.
Hey, you once wanted me to send something I wrote to the BBC, so you musn't have much taste.
Besides, does my crapness make crossbob any better?
Is he good because I'm bad?
Does the quality of my stories affect his in any way?
No.
You're like one of those morons who'll say "oh you're not one to talk".
Me: That guy is crap.
You: Well you aren't so good yourself!!
Me: And? That makes him good?
Moron.
jacques arnaux wrote:
> oh, you missed the point again hedfix
No you missed it first Blunt Arrow.
> oh, you missed the point again hedfix
No you missed it first Blunt Arrow.
Crossbob, your stories rule!
Just ignore anyone who annoys you. Preferably using the ignore button.
Just ignore anyone who annoys you. Preferably using the ignore button.
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