Kona don't be mad it's from your P.O.V next I promise xD
Moons (@Moonberreh's) P.O.V
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I cried.
I just couldn't help it. Mum's entire body was still. I couldn't help but sneak a glance. Blood seeped from her heart, going on to the stone tiled floor. It was horrific. I had never seen death before, and I certainly never wanted to see it again. Meepy was in hysterics, as her mother's blood stained her skirt. She looked at mum as if she had never met her, and tears flooded out of her eyes as she gazed down at the horrid mess that was our beautiful, one and only foster mother. The guards looked like they couldn't care less. "Heh, well that was unexpected," one of them said, laughing. Laughing. Our mother was dead on Meepy,'s lap, our lives had just been turned upside down, and they were laughing? I gave him the biggest glare of my life. But he totally ignored it and carried on talking. "But don't think for a second it means your gonna live! Oh, this will be such a good story to tell to the guys down at the bar later! Thank you for entertaining me kiddies, but your time is up."
I stared at my dead mother. Dead. The word echoed in my head like a never ending bell. My mother was dead. As I repeated this in my head, it somehow gave way to a certain assurance in myself, and I knew what to do next. I grabbed Meepy's hand, and beckoned to the others. "RUN!" I shouted frantically. They all stared at me, not at all comprehending what I was saying. I had always been the one that was best in an emergency situation, but surely they realize the danger they are in? "THEY WILL KILL US WE NEED TO GO!" That hit home. Meepy scambled up, treading on mothers body in the process, and the other tripped over themselves as they got to their feet. But once we were all up we bolted out the front door, with no plan, food, water, or sense of direction.
And with bullets flying at us...
TO BE CONTINUED..
I just realised I just did two long paragraphs of writing that were literally 15 seconds in the story... I may be being a little too detailed. Do you guys love it like this or would you prefer it less detailed so there won't be like 250 parts? I personally prefer writing like this but it's your call.
Moons (@Moonberreh's) P.O.V
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I cried.
I just couldn't help it. Mum's entire body was still. I couldn't help but sneak a glance. Blood seeped from her heart, going on to the stone tiled floor. It was horrific. I had never seen death before, and I certainly never wanted to see it again. Meepy was in hysterics, as her mother's blood stained her skirt. She looked at mum as if she had never met her, and tears flooded out of her eyes as she gazed down at the horrid mess that was our beautiful, one and only foster mother. The guards looked like they couldn't care less. "Heh, well that was unexpected," one of them said, laughing. Laughing. Our mother was dead on Meepy,'s lap, our lives had just been turned upside down, and they were laughing? I gave him the biggest glare of my life. But he totally ignored it and carried on talking. "But don't think for a second it means your gonna live! Oh, this will be such a good story to tell to the guys down at the bar later! Thank you for entertaining me kiddies, but your time is up."
I stared at my dead mother. Dead. The word echoed in my head like a never ending bell. My mother was dead. As I repeated this in my head, it somehow gave way to a certain assurance in myself, and I knew what to do next. I grabbed Meepy's hand, and beckoned to the others. "RUN!" I shouted frantically. They all stared at me, not at all comprehending what I was saying. I had always been the one that was best in an emergency situation, but surely they realize the danger they are in? "THEY WILL KILL US WE NEED TO GO!" That hit home. Meepy scambled up, treading on mothers body in the process, and the other tripped over themselves as they got to their feet. But once we were all up we bolted out the front door, with no plan, food, water, or sense of direction.
And with bullets flying at us...
TO BE CONTINUED..
I just realised I just did two long paragraphs of writing that were literally 15 seconds in the story... I may be being a little too detailed. Do you guys love it like this or would you prefer it less detailed so there won't be like 250 parts? I personally prefer writing like this but it's your call.
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