Jdoddgrill
02-28-2006, 07:55 PM
This has nothing to do with pokemon at all. But its still a writing.
Jorgg was awoken by the deafening screech of his alarm clock. It never failed to make his ears bleed, yet he couldn't bear to part with it. He rolled out of bed and dashed for the kitchen. His daughter was walking down the hallway, and he could tell there was no way he could possibly stop in time. He crashed into her, sending her flying down the stairs. She landed at the bottom with a broken neck. Jorrg sighed. It seemed all he ever did was kill people.
His wife was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "We'll only be needing two plates.", he said. She sighed, "Jorrg, you can't keep killing people! It has to stop!".
He was grasping his glass of orange juice so hard his knuckles were white. Suddenly the glass shattered, sending shards of glass into his wife's skull. She dropped to the ground dead. He looked at his watch. "Lat for work! Boss is gonna kill me, or maybe the other way around.." He chuckled. He was hilarious. He showered and changed as fast as he could, then hopped in his car to head for work. Strangely, the car wouldn't start. After a while of trying to start it, he realized it just wasn't going to happen. He would have to run.
He started down the street at a breakneck speed, with no regard for his safety. The car in front of him came to a sudden stop, and Jorrg realized there was no way he could dodge it, so instead he drop-kicked his way through the back window, and sent the driver out the windshield, leaving Jorrg in the driver's seat. Now he had wheels. He slammed on the gas, trying to get to work before he was too late. He heard a siren. He sighed. Police. He pulled his car over and the police slammed into him from all directions. They were all screaming at him to get out of the car, pointing guns at him and everything. He stepped out, feeling more than a little annoyed that he was going to be late for work, and said, "What seems to be the problem officers?". This seemed only to upset the officers more, though. They kept ordering him to get on the ground, though Jorrg couldn't understand for the life of him why he would need to do that. He decided it was best to comply, though. The police swarmed on him, and had him in cuffs before he could so much as kill any of them. One of them hit him over the head with a club and his vision grew dark.
When he woke up he was lying on a hard metal table with a few other people around him in a large windowless room. "He's awake.", said the man nearest to him. A tall man with black hair and a black beard turned and walked towards Jorrg.
The man was wearing all black, except for a small patch on his right sleeve. It was a red circle with the letters "PC" written in the center in black.
"Where am I?" asked Jorrg. "This is the headquarters of Population Control." said the tall man.
Of course its not finished, but..thats all I wanted to write for now.
Jorgg was awoken by the deafening screech of his alarm clock. It never failed to make his ears bleed, yet he couldn't bear to part with it. He rolled out of bed and dashed for the kitchen. His daughter was walking down the hallway, and he could tell there was no way he could possibly stop in time. He crashed into her, sending her flying down the stairs. She landed at the bottom with a broken neck. Jorrg sighed. It seemed all he ever did was kill people.
His wife was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "We'll only be needing two plates.", he said. She sighed, "Jorrg, you can't keep killing people! It has to stop!".
He was grasping his glass of orange juice so hard his knuckles were white. Suddenly the glass shattered, sending shards of glass into his wife's skull. She dropped to the ground dead. He looked at his watch. "Lat for work! Boss is gonna kill me, or maybe the other way around.." He chuckled. He was hilarious. He showered and changed as fast as he could, then hopped in his car to head for work. Strangely, the car wouldn't start. After a while of trying to start it, he realized it just wasn't going to happen. He would have to run.
He started down the street at a breakneck speed, with no regard for his safety. The car in front of him came to a sudden stop, and Jorrg realized there was no way he could dodge it, so instead he drop-kicked his way through the back window, and sent the driver out the windshield, leaving Jorrg in the driver's seat. Now he had wheels. He slammed on the gas, trying to get to work before he was too late. He heard a siren. He sighed. Police. He pulled his car over and the police slammed into him from all directions. They were all screaming at him to get out of the car, pointing guns at him and everything. He stepped out, feeling more than a little annoyed that he was going to be late for work, and said, "What seems to be the problem officers?". This seemed only to upset the officers more, though. They kept ordering him to get on the ground, though Jorrg couldn't understand for the life of him why he would need to do that. He decided it was best to comply, though. The police swarmed on him, and had him in cuffs before he could so much as kill any of them. One of them hit him over the head with a club and his vision grew dark.
When he woke up he was lying on a hard metal table with a few other people around him in a large windowless room. "He's awake.", said the man nearest to him. A tall man with black hair and a black beard turned and walked towards Jorrg.
The man was wearing all black, except for a small patch on his right sleeve. It was a red circle with the letters "PC" written in the center in black.
"Where am I?" asked Jorrg. "This is the headquarters of Population Control." said the tall man.
Of course its not finished, but..thats all I wanted to write for now.