PrologueA Chapter by Withering SoulPrologue of The Sorrow Poet.The world is made up of two different people. There are the humans, who are like copycats, watching each other and doing things someone else's way. Then there are the writers, the ones who make a world themself, who strive to be there own person.
That's exactly what I tryed to do.
They took me away, to a horrible place called 'The Quater Space.' It was a prison designed for writers like me. We couldn't do anything there. We couldn't build or write. We were dying there. The guards kept their eyes on me, watching to see if I would slip up. Then, while they were serving me dinner, I broke out.
A flurry of punches and kicks were seen, then I ran as fast as I could. On my way out, a grabbed a pen and started to write on the nearest wall I could. I wrote a few simple words, then dropped the pen and ran off.
To this day, that prison is still looking for me, trying to kill me. They know about what I can do. And with this power...
I am going to kill each and every one of them.
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3 Reviews Added on August 16, 2009 AuthorWithering SoulSomewhere South, LAAboutI love to write and at a very young age as mine, I'm guessing that's pretty weird. I can also be found at WEBook. I don't go there often anymore. I love to sing and dance and I have lots of friends.. more..Writing
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