#1
It was a dark and stormy night...




...in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.


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#3
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and picked up my pace into a slow jog. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.
So come on in
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take off your skin
and dance around in your bones

Last edited by ICOG at Jun 9, 2010,
#4
As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance....
#5
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

EDIT: Fuuuuu to late
#6
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.
#7
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me...

Last edited by SaintsofNowhere at Jun 9, 2010,
#8
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, as to not anger her...

As I started to pass the barn, I died.
#9
Then suddenly a flash lit up the sky and a giant meteor came plummeting down to earth.
#10
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta...
#11
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.
#12
As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance....

I must be going crazy it was only my radio. I was very close until a car came out of nowhere and ran straight into me. I awoke to my car in a reckage i was bleeding i could hear sirens........
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#13
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....
#14
As soon as he said that. *poof*
The story shifts to third person and goes on as such:

He'd decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock, and then he couldn't get it started again. There were no cell phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and his few friends had no idea he was out here.

He stayed with the car for a day or so, but his one bottle of water ran out and he was getting thirsty. He thought maybe he knew the direction back, now that he'd paid attention to the sun and thought he'd figured out which way was north, so he decided to start walking. He figured he only had to go about 30 miles or so and he'd be back to the small town he'd gotten gas in last.

He thinks about walking at night to avoid the heat and sun, but based upon how dark it actually was the night before, and given that he has no flashlight, he's afraid that he'll break a leg or step on a rattlesnake. So, he puts on some sun block, puts the rest in his pocket for reapplication later, brings an umbrella he'd had in the back of the SUV with him to give him a little shade, pours the windshield wiper fluid into his water bottle in case he gets that desperate, brings his pocket knife in case he finds a cactus that looks like it might have water in it, and heads out in the direction he thinks is right.

He walks for the entire day. By the end of the day he's really thirsty. He's been sweating all day, and his lips are starting to crack. He's reapplied the sunblock twice, and tried to stay under the umbrella, but he still feels sunburned. The windshield wiper fluid sloshing in the bottle in his pocket is really getting tempting now. He knows that it's mainly water and some ethanol and coloring, but he also knows that they add some kind of poison to it to keep people from drinking it. He wonders what the poison is, and whether the poison would be worse than dying of thirst.

He pushes on, trying to get to that small town before dark.

By the end of the day he starts getting worried. He figures he's been walking at least 3 miles an hour, according to his watch for over 10 hours. That means that if his estimate was right that he should be close to the town. But he doesn't recognize any of this. He had to cross a dry creek bed a mile or two back, and he doesn't remember coming through it in the SUV. He figures that maybe he got his direction off just a little and that the dry creek bed was just off to one side of his path. He tells himself that he's close, and that after dark he'll start seeing the town lights over one of these hills, and that'll be all he needs.

As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things, he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights.

Full dark comes before he knows it. He must have dozed off. He stands back up and turns all the way around. He sees nothing but stars.

He wakes up the next morning feeling absolutely lousy. His eyes are gummy and his mouth and nose feel like they're full of sand. He so thirsty that he can't even swallow. He barely got any sleep because it was so cold. He'd forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn't noticed it the night before because he'd been in his car.

He knows the Rule of Threes - three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food - then you die. Some people can make it a little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to walk and sweat isn't the best situation to be without water. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day.
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#16
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.
So come on in
it ain't no sin
take off your skin
and dance around in your bones

#17
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.

As i passed through the heavy shrub, i spotted a light protuding from behind the bushes. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel, all consuming, compelling. I knew as soon as i saw it, i knew my journey was almost over and my darling Marjeta was within a grasp
#18
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.

My time had come. I would finally do to myself what I had done to others. I didn't have a second thought about it and nobody's say would change my mind. Being this far out into the sticks, who could change my mind?

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#19
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.

As i passed through the heavy shrub, i spotted a light protuding from behind the bushes. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel, all consuming, compelling. I knew as soon as i saw it, i knew my journey was almost over and my darling Marjeta was within a grasp

The time had come. I would finally do what I had done to others. I didn't have a second thought about it and nobody's say would change my mind. Being this far out into the sticks, who could change my mind?

I was filled with a manic urge, an obsession that consumed my very being. I had to avenge her. I had to find... them.
Last edited by CoreysMonster at Jun 9, 2010,
#21
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.

As i passed through the heavy shrub, i spotted a light protuding from behind the bushes. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel, all consuming, compelling. I knew as soon as i saw it, i knew my journey was almost over and my darling Marjeta was within a grasp

The time had come. I would finally do what I had done to others. I didn't have a second thought about it and nobody's say would change my mind. Being this far out into the sticks, who could change my mind?

I was filled with a manic urge, an obsession that consumed my very being. I had to avenge her. I had to find... them.

Striving to reach the light, I wandered through the dark forest for what seemed like ages; the knarled trunks of the trees twisted and sunken, derelict and ruined, as though they were weary and near death. Death. I had often contemplated death, ever since my dearest Marjeta was taken from me... I whispered to myself yet again, that I would find THEM. But who were they really? I could not recall. I fathomed the deepest depths of my mind but found only the screams of my victims howling at me... and once again I thought of Marjeta. I remembered our last moment together... as I was raping her.
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#23
It was a dark and stormy night in eastern Europe. The dark clouds blotted out the sky, the icy wind was howling fiercly, running through me like daggers. I was heading down a country road, with still miles to go before I reached my destination.
I pulled my coat tighter around my body and shuddered in the cold wind. I checked my watch, I could not afford to be late this time.

As i drove through the night, my thoughts darted about in my mind. The things i've done to get here, the things i still need to do. These are the things that occupy my attention.

As I thought about all the women I'd raped my conscience screamed in agony much like the wind around me. The snow and rain was relentlessly battering and howling around me, almost as if sent by a God.

suddenly I heard singing in the distance.

I passed by a small town, with the lights of candles glistening in the dark like earthbound stars. The singing appeared to be coming from an old barn, just outside of town.

Should I enter? I wondered.

No, I must drag on. I have no spare time to waste and must continue on my way, lest she unleash her rage upon me.

Marjeta, my little pearl... Sweet as honey, and ferocious as the bear that lusts after it. Her wounds ran deep, and she inflicted wounds just as horrible when angered.

My sweet Marjeta... I won't have to see your lovely tears anymore.

I looked down at the weapon in my hand... now was no time to get distracted, SHE WAS COMPELLING ME, I could not fail now I had come to far... "I swear Marejta I will avenge you, I will not fail" as I continued down faster and faster I anxiously paced, soon it was the time to do what I had been dreaming about for so long....

I pulled the knife out of my pack, and noticed my hands begin to shake in anticipation. I left the road and continued on in the shadowed undergrowth by its side. Stalking silently I could feel the trees breathe around me and smelling the air I could make out that lonely scent of retribution.

As i passed through the heavy shrub, i spotted a light protuding from behind the bushes. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel, all consuming, compelling. I knew as soon as i saw it, i knew my journey was almost over and my darling Marjeta was within a grasp

The time had come. I would finally do what I had done to others. I didn't have a second thought about it and nobody's say would change my mind. Being this far out into the sticks, who could change my mind?

I was filled with a manic urge, an obsession that consumed my very being. I had to avenge her. I had to find... them.

Striving to reach the light, I wandered through the dark forest for what seemed like ages; the knarled trunks of the trees twisted and sunken, derelict and ruined, as though they were weary and near death. Death. I had often contemplated death, ever since my dearest Marjeta was taken from me... I whispered to myself yet again, that I would find THEM. But who were they really? I could not recall. I fathomed the deepest depths of my mind but found only the screams of my victims howling at me... and once again I thought of Marjeta. I remembered our last moment together... as I raped her.


The next morning, I awoke from unsettling dreams to find myself in a lush forest with cute animals and mushrooms and woodland critters. I quickly scurried back to town, and I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
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