Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 17:59:44 GMT -5
It's not meant to be Nintendo specific, so I didn't know where to put this.
If you have a piece of writing that you think is good and you want others to see, post it! Why the hell not!! ;D
THIS ISN'T SPECIFIC TO NINTENDO!!! If it isn't related to anything Nintendo, it can be posted here.
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It was time.
I was sitting just inches away, hoping not to be spotted, watching the man in his black tuxedo, drinking red wine while talking about an investment that will "shake the world" as he says it. He was talking so grim, so hostile, his cheeks so irregularly disforming as he was making the agreement in the dark, ill lit cafe. Nobody would suspect who he really was. I couldn't stay there much longer. I had to wait for the right time. Somebody would eventually spot me, my feet slightly obscured - but not completely - by the drapes of white keeping stains from reaching the pure marble waiting beneath.
But it was too late. A waiter had seen my shoes. It couldn't have ended worse. He was about to tell the man about it, although he was paid by the man to keep silent about his plans, or whoever may come to bring it to an end. He couldn't risk anyone hearing that an agent from Britian was listening to everything he said. It was important for the man to know, but he couldn't risk someone else hearing. He couldn't allow the panic.
I started to move. I stopped. I thought. Then I rolled out from under and lashed out. Before I knew it, everything ended in an empty whiteness, everything hard to make out, people talking but no words heard, food scents wafting but nothing smelled.
I had failed.
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Comments? Critisism? Maybe even post your own!
If you have a piece of writing that you think is good and you want others to see, post it! Why the hell not!! ;D
THIS ISN'T SPECIFIC TO NINTENDO!!! If it isn't related to anything Nintendo, it can be posted here.
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It was time.
I was sitting just inches away, hoping not to be spotted, watching the man in his black tuxedo, drinking red wine while talking about an investment that will "shake the world" as he says it. He was talking so grim, so hostile, his cheeks so irregularly disforming as he was making the agreement in the dark, ill lit cafe. Nobody would suspect who he really was. I couldn't stay there much longer. I had to wait for the right time. Somebody would eventually spot me, my feet slightly obscured - but not completely - by the drapes of white keeping stains from reaching the pure marble waiting beneath.
But it was too late. A waiter had seen my shoes. It couldn't have ended worse. He was about to tell the man about it, although he was paid by the man to keep silent about his plans, or whoever may come to bring it to an end. He couldn't risk anyone hearing that an agent from Britian was listening to everything he said. It was important for the man to know, but he couldn't risk someone else hearing. He couldn't allow the panic.
I started to move. I stopped. I thought. Then I rolled out from under and lashed out. Before I knew it, everything ended in an empty whiteness, everything hard to make out, people talking but no words heard, food scents wafting but nothing smelled.
I had failed.
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Comments? Critisism? Maybe even post your own!