Tim's+Writing

=media type="custom" key="238647"= = = =WaRm Up FoR wRiTeRs gUiLd= The bend in the road came up faster than precedented as the man lost control of his Camero, which glinted in the sun maliciously before plunging off of a cliff upon the fierce, towering spruce trees below. On contact, his bright headlights were diminished, casting the scene into darkness and chaos. The man let out a strangled sob, which kindled a cacophony of animal noises, which did nothing to diminish the man's fear and pain. The melody of beasts was soon impeded by the sound of footsteps, loud and heavy in the darkness. The man heard this, and stopped his struggle with the seatbelt. Being found so quickly was a miracle. The wanderer, which is what the stuck man percieved his saviour as, yeilded as rain encompassed the forest. He wondered what his trainer would think about this physical torment. The footsteps came closer as the man said "thank god" but stopped short as he saw the putrid face of a half man. The wanderer decided he had never before eaten as well as he did that night.

=WaRm Up FoR WrItErS gUiLd= The man walked across the ground in fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. Little children walked everywhere carrying bags filled to the bring with candy, dentists' warnings thrown casually aside. Almost subconciously, they gave him a wide berth, due to the drab clothes and pale pinched face of this stranger. Bobby watched all this with disgust, pulling his black coat tighter around him as he skirted around the outside of the street lamp, which briefly threw his heavily scarred, bloody face into sharp relief. Bobby hated children. Their slimy noses and sticky hands, how could anyone stand to be in their presence? And tonight was the worst night of all, the largest display of gluttony he had ever seen. Halloween used to be a holiday of respect and kindness. Now, everything was changed, and obviously for the worse. The last half of his life had been torment, a pain such that a man could almost not bear. His salesman job was down the dumps, and he was afraid he would never turn his life around. His egomaniacal boss had sent him out on halloween night, and he would consider himself lucky if he could make it out of one house without being laughed at. He walked up to a fancy expensive house, and rang the doorbell. A woman opened the door with a bag of candy and a smile, both of which she put away quickly. He pulled his briefcase infront of him, asking if he could step inside even though he had already done so. He shut the door behind him. The shrill scream was shut in by the walls. He stepped back outside, sure that his newly aquired body would give him new prey. Now a female named Shirley Allison, Bobby slammed the door shut, grateful to bring that chapter of his life to a close.