Moneyguns
09-06-2009, 05:45 PM
I've been practicing my writing skills lately because I want to be a writer(for movies, books, or whatever) as well as an animator someday.
I'll just get to the nitty gritty. I wrote the short intro to a story I thought of and I was wondering if it's any good.
Any advice. I spent most of my life in special ed english and I'm in English 71 or something like that in college now so I know I have a long, long, long, way to go.
Thanks guys.
"Justin Wells; age 26."
"Justin Wells?," said Caption Kris Malown, "He's just a kid. I didn't want him on my team for a reason."
He stood at the desk, staring at the picture of the boy, chewing his cigar.
He was a run of the mill kind of kid. Green eyes; brown hair; 5 foot, 15; but he had what they needed.
"He's the best in his filed and graduated at the top of his class."
"I bet hes never even fired off a gun befor," Malown muttered, "how good are his manners; can he keep secrets?"
"He won't talk, we've already got him."
"You even bother to fill him in on what we're doing?"
"Don't worry Malown, he'll be briefed just like the others."
Malown gave a sigh and walked over to the thik, glass, window, that separated him from the infinite, void, of space. Folding his arms he muttered, "what the crap's down there?," glaring at a green, planet, knowing the impossibility
of an entire planet comprised of green life. No deserts, no volcanos, and no signs of sizemic activity. The perfect planet. Paradisiac.
"You have 30 Days Caption. Make sure he's ready."
If they only new what they really found..... If they only new......
I'll just get to the nitty gritty. I wrote the short intro to a story I thought of and I was wondering if it's any good.
Any advice. I spent most of my life in special ed english and I'm in English 71 or something like that in college now so I know I have a long, long, long, way to go.
Thanks guys.
"Justin Wells; age 26."
"Justin Wells?," said Caption Kris Malown, "He's just a kid. I didn't want him on my team for a reason."
He stood at the desk, staring at the picture of the boy, chewing his cigar.
He was a run of the mill kind of kid. Green eyes; brown hair; 5 foot, 15; but he had what they needed.
"He's the best in his filed and graduated at the top of his class."
"I bet hes never even fired off a gun befor," Malown muttered, "how good are his manners; can he keep secrets?"
"He won't talk, we've already got him."
"You even bother to fill him in on what we're doing?"
"Don't worry Malown, he'll be briefed just like the others."
Malown gave a sigh and walked over to the thik, glass, window, that separated him from the infinite, void, of space. Folding his arms he muttered, "what the crap's down there?," glaring at a green, planet, knowing the impossibility
of an entire planet comprised of green life. No deserts, no volcanos, and no signs of sizemic activity. The perfect planet. Paradisiac.
"You have 30 Days Caption. Make sure he's ready."
If they only new what they really found..... If they only new......