Post by Dagothkitty on May 29, 2007 19:04:29 GMT -5
Congratulations to Bloodmoonwolf, for he is the winner of the Writing Competition!
NOTE: He was the ONLY member to enter one, so obviously he is the winner, but I take nothing from him! His story is quite good. Here is the winning story, The Perfect Soldier.
The soldier enters from a descending helicopter. A symbol of strength and authority embodies his very movements. Nonchalantly he steps off the rope and approaches the door, the cold look in his eyes inspires fear in every one it meets. A lone mission await this man, this legend. He is the ideal warrior, the perfect soldier. Kicking down the door with one strike of his massive boot.
A dark hall is the first obstacle in his way. He clicks a switch over on his helmet engaging the inferred vision enhancements on his screen. Pulling out his gun, he awaits danger he, he craves it. The first one jumps from the corner, a thin young man with armor humbled in comparison to that of the high-tech armor of the warrior. The soldier fires one shot the gun, an extension of his own body, lights the room as it relinquishes one of its bullets towards the first target. The young man is killed instantly and drops to the floor. The warrior moves on towards his goal, gun held high. He loves to kill its part of who he is and he longs to spill more blood.
He rounds the corner and take oppressing fire. This is what he was waiting for. Quick and nimble the soldier slides to cover and fires back. It’s a game to him, a game he doesn’t intend to lose.
He fires, a head shot, one of them falls. The next is smarter, he takes cover. But the warrior throws a grenade, with a fiery bang another falls. The third, and last in this little group, sees his friends die and begs for mercy. A stone heart beats in this soldiers chest, with a single shot the man drops like the rest of them.
A door faces him, a path of corpses behind him. He reloads and takes a deep breath. He must be ready for his next move. To go in and do what soldiers do. He kicks down the door guns blazing. Masses of men rush to him, they must stop him. They hate him. Though the bullets pierce them they continue towards him, determined to kill him. The warrior throws another, his last, grenade into the crowd and fires at the rest.
The perfect soldier, the lone warrior unrelenting in his fighting. To see his goal complete, to stop the rebels. The thing he wanted most was to do the soldier’s job. And that’s what he did. A bullet pierced his helmet. He did what soldier do. They die.
NOTE: He was the ONLY member to enter one, so obviously he is the winner, but I take nothing from him! His story is quite good. Here is the winning story, The Perfect Soldier.
The Perfecr Soldier
The soldier enters from a descending helicopter. A symbol of strength and authority embodies his very movements. Nonchalantly he steps off the rope and approaches the door, the cold look in his eyes inspires fear in every one it meets. A lone mission await this man, this legend. He is the ideal warrior, the perfect soldier. Kicking down the door with one strike of his massive boot.
A dark hall is the first obstacle in his way. He clicks a switch over on his helmet engaging the inferred vision enhancements on his screen. Pulling out his gun, he awaits danger he, he craves it. The first one jumps from the corner, a thin young man with armor humbled in comparison to that of the high-tech armor of the warrior. The soldier fires one shot the gun, an extension of his own body, lights the room as it relinquishes one of its bullets towards the first target. The young man is killed instantly and drops to the floor. The warrior moves on towards his goal, gun held high. He loves to kill its part of who he is and he longs to spill more blood.
He rounds the corner and take oppressing fire. This is what he was waiting for. Quick and nimble the soldier slides to cover and fires back. It’s a game to him, a game he doesn’t intend to lose.
He fires, a head shot, one of them falls. The next is smarter, he takes cover. But the warrior throws a grenade, with a fiery bang another falls. The third, and last in this little group, sees his friends die and begs for mercy. A stone heart beats in this soldiers chest, with a single shot the man drops like the rest of them.
A door faces him, a path of corpses behind him. He reloads and takes a deep breath. He must be ready for his next move. To go in and do what soldiers do. He kicks down the door guns blazing. Masses of men rush to him, they must stop him. They hate him. Though the bullets pierce them they continue towards him, determined to kill him. The warrior throws another, his last, grenade into the crowd and fires at the rest.
The perfect soldier, the lone warrior unrelenting in his fighting. To see his goal complete, to stop the rebels. The thing he wanted most was to do the soldier’s job. And that’s what he did. A bullet pierced his helmet. He did what soldier do. They die.
Congratulations Bloodmoonwolf!