Falcoknight
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I was wondering if this would be cool, fun to try and a good learning experiance for my lower age. I have decided to start a story in which i will write every time i get a reply or a comment and hopfully a suggestion or three. It is with hope that you will read this, I know fladian will since he reads everything... (He probably scares a few authors) Please comment, it isn't nessisary but it would be nice, also it would be good for suggestions how the story will unravel. Anyway i shal comence.
My cold hand ached as i crept it from under my back. Every time i wake up its the same chore of untangling myself, I have an odd disability called Nightolep-syndrom. It isn't bad during the day but at night its dangerous. I shake and stir all the time and my skin turns frightfully blue. My arms criss-cross and aswell as legs they can be hard to unravel. After i was finished taking my leg out of my dresser droor, in which i had no clue how it happened to be, I looked at my skin. I had a orange rash forming on my stomache, it surged up threwought my body. Every day i look to make sure its still humane. I shook my head and looked at the celing, the bent top had almost completely submurged itself in the room's atmosphere and my windows where shattered, my wallpaper drenched with fungus and my floor covered in stains. I lived alone, i was a young man with just three years to live, by my doctors callender. It was suprisingly nearing noon, i usualy get up around 7:30. My nose ached and i rubbed it, i opened my door and whined at the loud squeak it let out. I entered my kitchen and open my old fridge, in which was barely cold anymore. I pulled out milk, it was thick and past the due date. I strolled towards my green cupboard, barely green actualy, the paint had mostly worn away. I ran my fingers threw the dust and found myself a nice broken cup, not that i have anything better. I poured the milk in it, it was like trying to pour honey. I almost drank it until i shrieked! My eyes where fixed on my stomache, i looked at it with envenomed eyes, ready to completly pass out i balanced myself and let out a horrific scream!
It will continue, but i need feedback.
My cold hand ached as i crept it from under my back. Every time i wake up its the same chore of untangling myself, I have an odd disability called Nightolep-syndrom. It isn't bad during the day but at night its dangerous. I shake and stir all the time and my skin turns frightfully blue. My arms criss-cross and aswell as legs they can be hard to unravel. After i was finished taking my leg out of my dresser droor, in which i had no clue how it happened to be, I looked at my skin. I had a orange rash forming on my stomache, it surged up threwought my body. Every day i look to make sure its still humane. I shook my head and looked at the celing, the bent top had almost completely submurged itself in the room's atmosphere and my windows where shattered, my wallpaper drenched with fungus and my floor covered in stains. I lived alone, i was a young man with just three years to live, by my doctors callender. It was suprisingly nearing noon, i usualy get up around 7:30. My nose ached and i rubbed it, i opened my door and whined at the loud squeak it let out. I entered my kitchen and open my old fridge, in which was barely cold anymore. I pulled out milk, it was thick and past the due date. I strolled towards my green cupboard, barely green actualy, the paint had mostly worn away. I ran my fingers threw the dust and found myself a nice broken cup, not that i have anything better. I poured the milk in it, it was like trying to pour honey. I almost drank it until i shrieked! My eyes where fixed on my stomache, i looked at it with envenomed eyes, ready to completly pass out i balanced myself and let out a horrific scream!
It will continue, but i need feedback.
And how do I scare a "few authors?"
