Originally posted by Strangelove
What is the point of bookmarking your progress on this thread if you're not going to post a preview?Oh right, there is no point. Because you fail.
Yup ✅
Originally posted by Ultraman Baltan
Yet I wrote a five page outline on it. I'm pretty damn sure that gives it the right to be called "in the making", Mr. Brilliant. 🙄
Just shut up. 😐
Originally posted by Ultraman BaltanJudgeing by your constant tense changing in your posts, not even "Free publishings: We'll publish anything" would publish you.
That's funny. I'm laughing still. I'll probably laugh all the way to the bank once I'm finished my book.So hey. I won. I'll make money(no matter how much) and you don't. Burn.
Midnight in Midtro City is always calm and cool. A jungle of buildings upon the area are found everywhere. Think of a New York City that sleeps. Very few are out at any time of night in this particular street.
A small boy runs out into the street with his small Spiderman action figure.
“I’m gonna get you Tommy!” he shouts.
“Nuh uh!” says little Tommy.
They run across the entire neighborhood, screaming and jumping.
“Peter! Tommy! Stop it!” shouts their mother. “People are trying to sleep! You aren’t even allowed to be up this time!”
“Come on! Five more minutes?” pouts Peter.
“You heard what your mother said, boys.” replied the father who just came out of the house.
A few seconds later, a loud motor is heard. Every moment it grows louder, until the reason shows itself. A large motorcycle starts to bolt down the street, almost hitting the kids. He pulls out a hand grenade and chucks into a car, utterly destroying it. He then begins firing a handgun at the windows of the innocent homes. Again and again the chaos continues until everything on the street is a pile of ashes and trash.
The kids run to their mom, sobbing and screaming. The neighbors rush out side to see what the matter is, but it’s too late. The destruction was finished.
“My car!” screams a man. “What did that bastard do to my car!”
“That’s never happened before!” says an old woman.
Suddenly, the motor is heard again. But no longer is there one ringing noise, but two. Then ten. Then fifty.
“Get in the house, boys.” says the father with a fear struck look.
“But dad........”
“Dammit, Peter! Get in the house!”
Everyone on the streets ran into their houses like mice being chased by a cat. They knew what was going to happen, and they were hoping to God they survive.