User:Dark writings

"Why have you brought us here?" I ask the hooded figure standing before me. 'To teach you.' came the whispered reply inside my head. I hate it when he does that. I would like him to stay out of my head, but his voice is so cold. It reminds me of a dark pit in the middle of the Arctic during a blizzard. As much as this guy creeps me out I can't help the feeling of familuarity about him. "This place creeps me out." my girlfriend says as she takes my hand in hers. "Yeah, me too." I say as I look out twords the massive shadows in the distance. I squint to get a better look, and I notice that the massive shadow is a city that lies in ruins. "Where are we?" I ask the hooded figure. 'Not where...but WHEN.' he replies in a voice that sounds like broken glass and nails across a chalkboard. "Okay," I say. "when?"

This is the start of a story that I am currently writing in class. I don't really know what is going to happen because I make it up as I go along. This style of writing has some drawbacks, but the end result is worth it. I have limited time left, so I bid you good-bye. Until I write again. What? i can't have a sense of humor?