Schizophrenic Dreams
we had impromts for creative writing so this is a little different
also the fact that it sort of created itself within the span of an hour before class helps i guess
In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant Vinny ducked behind another overturned table as the sounds of pistol fire rang overhead. He watched as his previous cover was blown apart by that pig’s shells, cursing Tommy’s godforsaken name for riling him up when popo were in the place. He rolled across the floor again, evading the swarm of bullets hitting the table. He had to stay on his feet and move fast if he was going to get that Italian bastard before one of the patrons trapped in the corners was caught and unloaded over the floor. If only Tom had waited to make the move in a safer location. Two guns stared off into another as the warriors leaped over the table tops.
He bumped against the table top as he made his way to the bedroom. Josh twisted the nylon cord in his fingers as he slowly crept up on his wife of four years, hated for three. He jumped her before the floor could squeak. Bodies bungled together, the room spun. A fierce pain whipped across his neck as his beloved wrenched the life from him. While tears forced their way from his eyes sliding towards his bosom, he thought back to all those opportunities for affection wasted by Josh’s repulsive mentality. A quick drop; nylon falling onto the side table, and Krista was left dead.
They had left him dead asleep on the table while the tech crew prepared electrodes for some mental scans during his sleep. Doctor Philbee was about to test out a new theory of his with the latest patient. The mental health ward shook with undulation as a stroke of lightning careened into the power grid. The lights shut out as blue sparks erupted from the machinery, leaving an electrical whisper with their death. Horrors struck Philbee as he dished out orders for the emergency power switch over. Over the silence of darkness he could hear moans coming from the lab room. A raging schiopath awakened and unbound. “Will somebody get after Tyson!” he shouted as the world turned red and a table turned empty.
“Tyson! Tyson! Get up now!” He heard as his mother slammed the door. 7:45 flashed beside him. Barely enough time to make himself a lunch before the bus arrived. After much deliberation and argument Tyson stuffed food in a bag and ran off to the bus stop. Six sandwiches lying in the center of the table in the middle of the day.
also the fact that it sort of created itself within the span of an hour before class helps i guess
In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant Vinny ducked behind another overturned table as the sounds of pistol fire rang overhead. He watched as his previous cover was blown apart by that pig’s shells, cursing Tommy’s godforsaken name for riling him up when popo were in the place. He rolled across the floor again, evading the swarm of bullets hitting the table. He had to stay on his feet and move fast if he was going to get that Italian bastard before one of the patrons trapped in the corners was caught and unloaded over the floor. If only Tom had waited to make the move in a safer location. Two guns stared off into another as the warriors leaped over the table tops.
He bumped against the table top as he made his way to the bedroom. Josh twisted the nylon cord in his fingers as he slowly crept up on his wife of four years, hated for three. He jumped her before the floor could squeak. Bodies bungled together, the room spun. A fierce pain whipped across his neck as his beloved wrenched the life from him. While tears forced their way from his eyes sliding towards his bosom, he thought back to all those opportunities for affection wasted by Josh’s repulsive mentality. A quick drop; nylon falling onto the side table, and Krista was left dead.
They had left him dead asleep on the table while the tech crew prepared electrodes for some mental scans during his sleep. Doctor Philbee was about to test out a new theory of his with the latest patient. The mental health ward shook with undulation as a stroke of lightning careened into the power grid. The lights shut out as blue sparks erupted from the machinery, leaving an electrical whisper with their death. Horrors struck Philbee as he dished out orders for the emergency power switch over. Over the silence of darkness he could hear moans coming from the lab room. A raging schiopath awakened and unbound. “Will somebody get after Tyson!” he shouted as the world turned red and a table turned empty.
“Tyson! Tyson! Get up now!” He heard as his mother slammed the door. 7:45 flashed beside him. Barely enough time to make himself a lunch before the bus arrived. After much deliberation and argument Tyson stuffed food in a bag and ran off to the bus stop. Six sandwiches lying in the center of the table in the middle of the day.