Taro Rae
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- Posted: Sat, 05 Nov 2011 09:54:22 +0000
P i x i e -x- BOMB
I'm posting this with the express hope that nobody here corrects my grammar. I understand it's experimental, but it's really the least of my worries at this point:
“Sorry, sorry,” he offered in apology, “it’s ju-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dom muttered with a sigh, “You’re just nervous ‘cause of them beastly *Editors everywhere.”
‘If only that were the half of it…’ Lyle thought with a grimace. His mind surged with the dull throb of memories and a quickly-brewing headache. He tried to banish the thought of the golden pen and the book that slaughtered so many in the name of crimson-coated justice, only to see her standing as the focal point to a ring of bodies. Innocent men, women and children lay as testament to her will and ability to exercise the law. Her zeal and passion ran the city streets scarlet. Differences, Opinions, Expressions, Creativity, Paradigms – she’d glare her eyes and call them an infection and she’d cut, hack and prune the mistakes of society until red spilled from the throat, stained the ground below and covered the world in the sweet oblivion of white pallor and black shrouds.
‘She’ll be there today...’
* The Editors are literally a police force. I know it's a bit sappy, but I couldn't think of a better name for them, and the name's kind of grown on me.
I know y'all asked for a line, but umm...that bit just jumped at me...Aaaand rambling ends now.
“Sorry, sorry,” he offered in apology, “it’s ju-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dom muttered with a sigh, “You’re just nervous ‘cause of them beastly *Editors everywhere.”
‘If only that were the half of it…’ Lyle thought with a grimace. His mind surged with the dull throb of memories and a quickly-brewing headache. He tried to banish the thought of the golden pen and the book that slaughtered so many in the name of crimson-coated justice, only to see her standing as the focal point to a ring of bodies. Innocent men, women and children lay as testament to her will and ability to exercise the law. Her zeal and passion ran the city streets scarlet. Differences, Opinions, Expressions, Creativity, Paradigms – she’d glare her eyes and call them an infection and she’d cut, hack and prune the mistakes of society until red spilled from the throat, stained the ground below and covered the world in the sweet oblivion of white pallor and black shrouds.
‘She’ll be there today...’
* The Editors are literally a police force. I know it's a bit sappy, but I couldn't think of a better name for them, and the name's kind of grown on me.
I know y'all asked for a line, but umm...that bit just jumped at me...Aaaand rambling ends now.
I -like- the title of Editors for the police. Gives a very 1984 dark world feel. Don't second guess yourself there! Good luck on NaNo! I'm up there as AstraCrompton if anyone wants to buddy with me?