a little somthing to add to my pile of half assed writings

Oct 03, 2007 18:52

*Start Scene in black*
*Strike the match*
*A man lights a cigarette*
Sirens wail in the distance
The glow of a burning trash-can casts an ominous silhouette across the back-ally walls
Broad shoulders and a strong stance
With a bold grin in his face
And a 2x4 named woody in his weathered hands
He stands like a soldier in the night
The press call him a menace
The police call him a hazard to society
But the people he defends
The innocent the unjustly broken
The people he stands for
They call him a hero  
… to be continued
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