Avid Doctor Who fan and music lover, decided to try my hand at writing.
Part 1 of Chapter 1 The train roared through the city, stopping cars and pedestrians as it passed. Its mechanical, clockwork heart sent thunder resounding off the towering buildings.
I once played, day and night. But now I work until there is no light. Summer's evenings never went to waste. Now I sit at my desk with a bitter taste. Time has not and will never be.
The next day, Rob stood across the street from his next target. It was a small, comely department store crammed in between a jewelers and a bank. He never went for banks, he felt it was too classic.
-2- The man unlocked the door to his small apartment. It was inconspicuous, and he liked it that way. The door creaked open as he quietly swept passed it and flicked on the lights.
-1- "I want everything." The shopkeeper was in tears as she scrambled to empty the register. The masked man held the gun out straight, his finger resting on the barrel just above the trigger.
-1- It was raining outside. Come to think of it, it was always raining.
The ocean sings its mournful song. It has waited for far too long. For us to greet it with open arms. It promises to do no harm. The fish play a solemn tune. As the water reflects the moon.
-1- The beast made a snap at the slab of meat in her hand.
Part 2 of an unnamed miniseries with incredibly short segments. As he fumbled with the key and clumsily turned it in the lock, he reviewed the events of the night. Am I insane. he thought. No.
He was bundled up from head to toe as he staggered home against a winter wind. His thoughts were jumbled and confused to the point where his head hurt when he tried to arrange them.