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Xahmen
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:17 pm
The man was maybe twenty years old, give or take two; and he was drowning in his own blood.

Alexander had been a paramedic for maybe two years, he had seen people with gun shot wounds.

Holes the size of fists poking through their back, little chunks of spinal cord sticking out like pieces peppermint stick.

He'd seen knife attacks that left smiling mouths a inch under the jawline.

This guy though, this guy had been ******** up.

The man's identification card was destroyed, and there wasn't enough teeth left in his head to make an enamel toothpick.
His fingertips wouldn't be any use, because to have fingerprints you need to have hands, and this man was lacking in that area.

The car was wrecked, the driver had been suicidal; and a tree appeared to be the only way out.
This poor guy was the passenger.

Burn.
He couldn't save him.

Alex gently tapped the driver and whispered in his ear that they should turn the siren off.  
PostPosted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:43 pm
O.O

butbutbut...I thought the passenger guy lived! Or........soemthing....O.O  

KirbyVictorious


Guitarist Of Darkness

PostPosted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 8:19 am
Zahmen
The man was maybe twenty years old, give or take two; and he was drowning in his own blood.

Alexander had been a paramedic for maybe two years, he had seen people with gun shot wounds.

Holes the size of fists poking through their back, little chunks of spinal cord sticking out like pieces peppermint stick.

He'd seen knife attacks that left smiling mouths a inch under the jawline.

This guy though, this guy had been ******** up.

The man's identification card was destroyed, and there wasn't enough teeth left in his head to make an enamel toothpick.
His fingertips wouldn't be any use, because to have fingerprints you need to have hands, and this man was lacking in that area.

The car was wrecked, the driver had been suicidal; and a tree appeared to be the only way out.
This poor guy was the passenger.

Burn.
He couldn't save him.

Alex gently tapped the driver and whispered in his ear that they should turn the siren off.


.....Eh....  
PostPosted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 1:24 pm
hey Z, one thing.

There WEREN'T enough teeth in his head...


and what was the significance of the word "burn"? do tell.  

KirbyVictorious


lucyVUITTON

PostPosted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:34 am
It's nice, but it's a bit choppy. Not your best work, but still pretty good.  
PostPosted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 2:09 pm
Hmmm... agreeing with the chopiness...

But, I still thought it was good. Especially the last line (though it took me a minute to figure out... sweatdrop .) "Drowing in his own blood" sounds like a line you've used once or twice before, but it still gives that horrible feeling of what he has to be going through.  

BlackHawkGS

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