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I am currently working on All the first Seasons of Obscurity,Jizz and Snow, Capt Sparks...., and several screenplays. I Have written some short stories and flash fiction and will be uploading to here soon.
I will also be writing reviews for Movies soon.
The Twilight Show Eps. One HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TWY2dPK0Y4 More Epsiodes soon, I promise theyll be written alot better.
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
I dont know yet. ( Flash Fiction )
I Dont know yet. Written by Cj Nixon
He ran. As if the devil himself were upon him, he ran. Not knowing where he was going or really why he was running he ran. Men were chasing him. He known not why.
They claimed he had their property. Bewildered he told them that they were mistaken. They threatened his life. Instantly, they drew guns from their waists. He ran. Ran as fast as possible. Not had taken or stolen. So he ran.
The man running was jack. Jack Hettle. Jack was a poor pawn broker had the same routine. Wake up, kiss the cold emptiness of his bed, walk to his shop, sell nothing, walk home, eat ramen noodles, then fall to bed alone. This was a tedious schedule that destroyed jack’s confidence.
Jack had short blonde hair. Stubby legs and hairy arms. The place he called home was a rented out apartment on the wrong side of town. He would carry mace incase of incidents such as now. It hit him. Why the fuck didn’t I use my mace? he thought to himself.
He began to see gleaming lights. The men were gaining and shots began to rang out in the quiet of the night. Jack ran as fast as he could. As he got closer to the lights, he realized it was the interstate. He knew that if he could reach that he would be safe, probably, Jack thought.
Jack was about forty feet from the interstate. He could feel the sweet embrace of freedom. Jacks victory was short lived.
As he cockily yelled
"Ha. I win."
His feet stumbled over a lone tree branch. He lost his speed and right before he began to start to run he was shot. Twice. One bullet into his spine, handicapping him instantly, the other piercing his shoulder. Jack fell to the ground quickly. Shuttering and crying in pain he tried to scream but the pain of the bullets was too much. The gang of men surrounded him like a vicious dark cloud surrounding a lone hill in a small town.
"Why? What do you want? " said Jack in a distraught motion.
"Your left eye." said the leader in an insane manner.
All four men instantly, surrounded jack. Grabbing each one of his limbs and spreading him out like a bed sheet. The leader reached from his pockets and took out an odd object. Jaded and sharp.
He ran. As if the devil himself were upon him, he ran. Not knowing where he was going or really why he was running he ran. Men were chasing him. He known not why.
They claimed he had their property. Bewildered he told them that they were mistaken. They threatened his life. Instantly, they drew guns from their waists. He ran. Ran as fast as possible. Not had taken or stolen. So he ran.
The man running was jack. Jack Hettle. Jack was a poor pawn broker had the same routine. Wake up, kiss the cold emptiness of his bed, walk to his shop, sell nothing, walk home, eat ramen noodles, then fall to bed alone. This was a tedious schedule that destroyed jack’s confidence.
Jack had short blonde hair. Stubby legs and hairy arms. The place he called home was a rented out apartment on the wrong side of town. He would carry mace incase of incidents such as now. It hit him. Why the fuck didn’t I use my mace? he thought to himself.
He began to see gleaming lights. The men were gaining and shots began to rang out in the quiet of the night. Jack ran as fast as he could. As he got closer to the lights, he realized it was the interstate. He knew that if he could reach that he would be safe, probably, Jack thought.
Jack was about forty feet from the interstate. He could feel the sweet embrace of freedom. Jacks victory was short lived.
As he cockily yelled
"Ha. I win."
His feet stumbled over a lone tree branch. He lost his speed and right before he began to start to run he was shot. Twice. One bullet into his spine, handicapping him instantly, the other piercing his shoulder. Jack fell to the ground quickly. Shuttering and crying in pain he tried to scream but the pain of the bullets was too much. The gang of men surrounded him like a vicious dark cloud surrounding a lone hill in a small town.
"Why? What do you want? " said Jack in a distraught motion.
"Your left eye." said the leader in an insane manner.
All four men instantly, surrounded jack. Grabbing each one of his limbs and spreading him out like a bed sheet. The leader reached from his pockets and took out an odd object. Jaded and sharp.
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