knock,
knock,
Hello.
Are you there?
i know you're there.
what's the point of hiding? doing such thing can't lead you to a better condition. it gives you a secure feeling but hey, i still can see you from here.
maybe my brain is smaller than yours. or my intelligence is far inferior. but i have what yo don't have. what you don't deserve to have. you can do anything. wag your tail any way you wanted. but in the end it cannot save you.
like this.
i like this situation.
now you maybe numb from freezing. or asphyxiated from the poisonous air. but you know what? it didn't affect me. i'm stronger in this kind of situation.
now, just hand yourself to me.
it's alright.
i don't want any violence or spilled bloods for nothing. i just want to do my job.
come on. i can wait. i don't hesitate to wait like this.
but everybody can't.
you know you don't want to enrage averybody.
hand yourself. now.
i can see where you are. and i'm pointing my gun right to your head.
i know. intelligence worth more than diamonds.
but what can intelligence do in this kind of situation?
(Hotel Moscow, Vladivostok. 23rd of July 2054. Nuclear Warfare.)
Senin, 15 September 2008
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what this is all about? i dont get what you mean
that's a piece of my short stories.. i'm working on a kind of novel now, i think.
me too! im trying to make my own stories, we're same : )
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