It's short but it should give some ideas:
After all of the fighting, struggles, sadness and misery; they're all but torn apart...They tried to make everything right and make everyone happy...But it ended so badly...They never thought it would end like this...The dream's all but a faint, non-existant memory...~
I hope it gives tu a thought on how it'll be. I'm going to try my best to make it worth your time to read it. Oh and may I ask if the título sounded good? Once again; any questions, comentarios o concerns?
After all of the fighting, struggles, sadness and misery; they're all but torn apart...They tried to make everything right and make everyone happy...But it ended so badly...They never thought it would end like this...The dream's all but a faint, non-existant memory...~
I hope it gives tu a thought on how it'll be. I'm going to try my best to make it worth your time to read it. Oh and may I ask if the título sounded good? Once again; any questions, comentarios o concerns?
The city seemed quiet. Too quiet. She knew this. She did her job well. Another nay-sayer of the twisted rumors, silenced forever. Her name is Kiri the Doll. Some say that she can be the most elegant, and at the same time, quite insane.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to sello her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to sello her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.
G-Sil and Silhouette kept fighting. Meanwhile in the city, Prime, Rico, and Claws were all talking. Prime was trying to sell some stuff to them. But they weren't buying. Soon enough, Shock and V2 ran up to the group. "We got a problem!" shouted Shock. Rico replied "a problem. What is it?" before Shock could answer, a loud noise and a nube of smoke were heard and seen at a nearby building. Yep. G-Sil had kicked Silhouette. Right into that building. "um... That's the problem..." dicho Shock. "well, I'm not gonna be a bystander!" shouted V2. She let her temper get the better of her. She charged towards G-Sil and attacked. But G-Sil was unscathed. For she transferred the damage to Silhouette. Silhouette tried to fight back, but G-Sil was just to powerful...........
Stay tuned for Part 4!!!!!!!!!
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Stay tuned for Part 4!!!!!!!!!
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The fall air was quickly turning into frost bitten, I had not long before my clan mates would start passing from diseases from the white season. The wind chill made it seem like -60 degrees, but I had to help. I just had to. My body ached to be sandwhiched between two deer furs and near an open fire. I heard a gun shot ring through the snow. Dragon hunters. I had to get back before they found me, o either way, somebody'd die.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cruzar, cruz bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cruzar, cruz bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a pescado between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cruzar, cruz bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cruzar, cruz bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a pescado between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.