3 June 2012
"Am I evil?"
I took a glance at them. How could I stare? First, it looks like a horror movie. Second, I can't stop to help. I dashed, slid, flew the air, and thought. I felt guilty for what I never did. My urge to stop was held back with the fact that I would end up in such dire consequences "لماذا؟" huh? I hear someone! I recognise it! Someone here is saying "Why?" in Arabic! Just before injecting another thought, I slid below the flames. I decided to injure my self. I slammed! My shirt was tattered and torn . It got a slash of red, making it intense enough to cry. "Gratz on the winner!" roared Samuel! The crowd cheered and the voice echoed through my ear. I still wondered about the Arabic guy. His voice sounded like it was from the heart. Weird. I have never been to Arabia? Yes, it's true. I was taken home and was greeted warmly. I slump like a sloth onto the bed and felt the need to rejuvenate my life...
Temple Run-On Second Thought • Opuss № I