The Half-Hour Story

[The True Ace Attorney]

Okay, so here we go. Writing this directly from here. No copy/pasting business.

[u]Let's Start[/u]

The cacaphony of traffic could be heard along Georgen Street. As the cars blared their horns and flashed their lights in a way that was supposed to show aggression, the people walking along the pavement merely walked on, some sniggering to themselves over the ridiculousness of the scene. By the corner where the road turned northwards, avoiding the (not-so) well placed electronics store that stood by itself with no other buildings connecting to it, a young man stood, a cigarette in his hand and a hood pulled over his head, staring at the electronics store. He wore a grey hoodie with a dragon emblazoned on the front in gold. His trousers were the baggy kind. Tracksuit bottoms that reached bellow his feet so when he walked he'd often tread in them. The trainers were pretty ordinary. Plain, black and with white shoelaces.

Dropping his cigarette to the ground he began to walk towards the store, pausing briefly as a car moved slightly ahead. As it moved on he carried on his way and stopped outside of the doors. Many lights could be seen on the inside from the mass of conraptions inside. Power lights for the many fans, irons and other miscellaneous goods were seen as well as the constant stream of television that could be seen along the left wall. The counter at the back of the store was empty except for it's register. Raising his hand and giving a hard push, he opened the door and took a step inside.

As he walked in, his hood was blown down by the gust of wind provided by the armada of fans positioned parallel to the entrance. As his hood fell and the door behind him closed, his ruffled blonde hair dropped slightly to his shoulders and over his eyes. Raising a hand to move them from his face, he revealed his amber coloured eyes to whatever security cameras happened to be watching the entrance. Stepping forwards, he headed towards the backmost aisle where a legion of video cameras lay, some being rather old ones that recorded to tapes while others being top-of-the-line HD cameras made for blu-ray.

Picking up a camera, he examined it. It was an old one. The eject button stood out boldyly in a minty green colour. Pushing down the button, the area for the tape popped out a little, revealing a bright red tape still inside the camera. Pushing it closed, he headed over to the counter and rapped his knuckles upon it loudly. A call was heard from underneath the counter. Peering over the blonde man noticed a cellar door with a rather rusted handle. As the door began to open, the blonde man stood back from the counter and set down the camera.

A woman emerged from the cellar door, covered in dust that made her dark hair look like it was greying and gave her clothing an aged look. Standing up to her full height, she looked at the camera the blonde man had set down and picked it up with her left hand. Searching for the bar code, she reached out and grabbed the reader with her right hand and held it up, pointing it at the camera. As a tiny bleep was heard from the register, she looked at the display, set the camera down and looked the man in the face. As the man stared at her dark brown eyes, she said clearly, "Are you sure you want this sir? It seems to be broken." As she finished, the man cleared his throat and began.

"I thoguht so, either way I'd like to buy it. My father's obsessed with anything that's old, full of electronics and heavy enough to give someone a concussion." He chuckled slightly at his own, rather accurate, description of his father's obsession.

"Okay then," replied the woman, a slight smile on her face, "That'll be nineteen pounds, ninety nine pence then please." As the man handed over a twenty pound note, he said, rather plainly, not to bother with change. As she took hte note and handed him the camera he gave her a thankful smile and began to leave.

As he got to the exit, he pulled his hood up and glanced around the street outside. It was still full of cars. Pulling the door open, he stepped outside and began looking around for a taxi to take him home.

[u]Let's End[/u]

Anyway, there's a short story written in half an hour. What did you think?

[quote=Bob]Oh, and just so I'm safe from unnecessary questioning, this actually was helpful. I did this between a couple of lessons then, amazingly, we had to do some free writing in the lesson after I had written this! Hoorah for being so prepared you didn't even know you was![/quote]

[Catterjune]

[url=http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PurpleProse]Purple Prose[/url], etc. Not a big fan of the stories that 'say so little in so many words'. But hey, if it works for you, go for it.

[The True Ace Attorney]

Sorry, I should have mentioned I wasn't going for anything. It was a "make it up as I go along" sort of thing. I had half an hour to waste and I thought "Why not waste time writing some rubbish?" so I did. Besides, it's easier to write a whole lot of bollocks for a very small thing in a short amount of time rather than produce something actually decent.

[DARKPLANT RISING]

Though it doesn't have a twist, I quite like it.

[The True Ace Attorney]

Time for another. Need to waste some time again.

Let's Start

A harsh wind blew throughout the Kingdom of Greg. Within the capital's castle, the King lay slain upon his throne. The King, a grey bearded slightly balding man, was drenched in his own blood with a bloody gash across his throat. Before the corpse stood a young woman in dark red robes, wiping a knife covered in blood across her sleeve. Turning to leave, she stowed the knife away under her robes and set off.

As she left the room, a man passed her. Turning around, she stared in horror as he entered the royal hall. Running as fast as she could, she headed for the tower across the corridor, hearing the man yell out in anger about the King's death. Reaching the spiralling staircase, she sped upwards, hearing the clanking of metal boots following her. Coming out to the top of the tower, she closed the door behind her. Wandering over to the edge of the tower, she pulled out a large hook from under her robes. As eh pulled a rope fell to the floor. Tying it sround her waist she bent down and secured the hook against the edge of the tower's roof. As she finished the door she had shut behind burst open with a violent smash and several guards came pouring out of it.

"Halt," yelled the foremost guard, "We are going to take you in for questioning over the death of the King!"

"I don't think so." whispered the woman in a malicious tone, "I think I'll be leaving this castle without a scratch on me." Then, without any other warning, she jumped over the ege of the tower, the guards astonished gasps and yells following her as she fell. When the rope reached it's limit, just above a stone bridge connecting the castle with the mainland, she cut herself free and landed catlike upon the ground. As she stood up and steadied herself, the same man she had passed after leaving the royal hall was approaching her. Wearing a golden mass of gilded knight armour, he unsheathed a rather unwieldy-looking sword. As he readied himself for a fight, the woman began a run towards him, he was one man in a rather slowing outfit while she was in light, though not entirely practical, robes.

Leaping at him, she drew her knife and, before he could react, sank into his hip. As he staggered, she began another charge but this time he was ready. As she lunged at him, he swung the massive lump of metal around him in wide arc and though the woman had held up her knife to take some of the blow, she was still knocked backwards. As she fell to the ground, so did he. Sinking to one knee, the man used his sword to take some of his weight and lifted himself back up, though not before the woman had done so already. She made another dive at him and this time, rather than going in for a quick stad, she launched the knife straight at his face. If he had not been concentrating, her ridiculous marksmanship would have cause the knife to slide in between the gaps in his visor and blinded him, however, raising his right arm, he blocked the flying blade but it sunk into his arm. Yelling in pain he dropped to a knee again.

Taking her chances, the woman made a run at him, pulled out another knife and tried to jam this one squarely in his eye. Using his left hand, the man grabbed her wrist just as the blade began to slide between the gaps in his visor and gave a mighty swing, letting her go and sending her a fair distance. The blade was a different story. As the woman was grabbed, she gave a last shove and the metal sank into his left eye. Screaming out, the man stood up, half- blind and rushed at the woman before she could ready herself. Screaming louder as he yanked the blade from his eye, he held it ready in his right hand and, as the woman just realised what was going on, jammed the blood-stained blade stright upwards underneath her ribcage.

As the blood poured from her wound and filled her lungs, she coughed and spluttered, staining the golden sheen of his armour. Pushing her over so she lay face-down, he stomped heavily on the blade, making the woman cry in agony. As she bled and cried, the man looked at her coldly and muttered, "My duty to my King is done. May there be no peace for you in the after life."

Let's End

There we go. Another one. Ta-Da!

[Floyd.]

In response to the first one:

I don't particularly like it, even if it was done in lesson or whatever there could have been a bit more of a plot, some words were misspelt that could have been spell checked and the general grammar needs some work. I love your adjective and similes, however, you use too many similar ones. I also think it could have been better structured, that's all I have to say about it. Sorry if you thought it was harsh.

[The True Ace Attorney]

Not harsh at all. Perfectly fair. Anyway, I completely agree that it's boring as hell with almost no plot to it. It was a rushed thing to waste time, which is also why there're spelling mistakes, there's no spell checker in Firefox.