Small Story I'm Writing- Please Read!
Aug 13, 2015 21:17:40 GMT -5
Post by ★ღGingerheartღ★ on Aug 13, 2015 21:17:40 GMT -5
Hi there. I'm working on a story, and here's a little sample of it. If I should continue going, I'll add some more. Feel free to give me any names I can use.
[The voices continue about testing and pills.
My skin has turned a sickly green color, blisters and sores on every limb. I have no idea who I am, the only identification I have is the number 3930. Just 3940.
“I think she is ready for the next test, Doctor.” says a muffled voice outside my tent.
“Are you sure? Her skin doesn’t look good…” replies a younger male voice, clearly concerned.
“Forget it,” snaps the first voice. “The Doctor will decide, and he knows what is best. Ah, here he is. Welcome, Doctor Aybec.”
The rest of the voices are hushed, and still muffled. I groan in pain, curling up to the ripped up blanket. Ants crawl by my hands.
“Alright, let’s go in.” says, who I believe, Dr. Aybec. The flap that closes my tent is yanked open, the Doctor staring me down. “Hi.” I blink once at him. “Here’s our second test for today. There’s only… Five more.” He smiles, showing yellow teeth. Then, without warning, my arm is yanked up and a sharp needle is stabbed into it, orange liquid inserted into my body. I let out a quiet cry, my voice is gone.
“It’s done, George. Leave her alone.” says the younger man. “We have to test on…” he glances at his clipboard. “3958.”
“I don’t need to, Hayden.” ]
What do you think? It's sort of a human testing camp. Yes, a dark theme, but I think it may have some potential.
[The voices continue about testing and pills.
My skin has turned a sickly green color, blisters and sores on every limb. I have no idea who I am, the only identification I have is the number 3930. Just 3940.
“I think she is ready for the next test, Doctor.” says a muffled voice outside my tent.
“Are you sure? Her skin doesn’t look good…” replies a younger male voice, clearly concerned.
“Forget it,” snaps the first voice. “The Doctor will decide, and he knows what is best. Ah, here he is. Welcome, Doctor Aybec.”
The rest of the voices are hushed, and still muffled. I groan in pain, curling up to the ripped up blanket. Ants crawl by my hands.
“Alright, let’s go in.” says, who I believe, Dr. Aybec. The flap that closes my tent is yanked open, the Doctor staring me down. “Hi.” I blink once at him. “Here’s our second test for today. There’s only… Five more.” He smiles, showing yellow teeth. Then, without warning, my arm is yanked up and a sharp needle is stabbed into it, orange liquid inserted into my body. I let out a quiet cry, my voice is gone.
“It’s done, George. Leave her alone.” says the younger man. “We have to test on…” he glances at his clipboard. “3958.”
“I don’t need to, Hayden.” ]
What do you think? It's sort of a human testing camp. Yes, a dark theme, but I think it may have some potential.
-Falcon_star ]
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