Category: Writers Block
the snake lerks.
In time, he watches, waits.
The serpent's coil is long and wide.A few hundred cubits.
As the massive body is still, someone creeps up.
The time has come. The man strikes thesnake! The snake rithes, twists, bites and strikes.
but no blood flows.
The only sign of something wrong is a bluish bruise where the serpent bit.
The snake slows, obviously in agony.
It is dead, his work done.
1
The scientific world is prone to error, the man thinks.
The world is bound in its own materilistic gain.
As he walks, his vission becomes extrordinarily sensitive to different lights, especially infrared.
Something is happening.
Suddenly, he wants blood. Not that innocent blood, but blood that has killed.
He can sense things like that all tthe sudden.
He sees a man, who looks looks like a pimp.
He begins the transformation.
He is infected.
I like it. Could make an interesting story.
This sounds like it could be turned into one of those fanfiction stories.
I love the wording; it's thought-provoking.
Where does It All come from? I don't even think, and I came up with that. I'll come up with something later.
2
As he came closer to the man, smelling him psychically, his adrenaline is rushing.
Almost there. Almost.
ANd strike! He went down in a spray of blood.
He has hit the jugular vein, but he is not sure.
He has infected him, but it is too late. The man falls to the ground.
3
As Jason's nightmares get worse: it seems there's mor than one infector, he has no choice but to call it in to the NSA.
The chief stares, as the image of the infected man bites into the criminal, Sans, and kills him in cold blood.
This Is the sixth one this month, he thinks to himself.
There is no choise but to find there source and invade.
Didn't take five minutes to write.
I'll probably be publishing soon, at this rate.