Comments on: Progressive Story

By: The Rininator

The Rininator — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 05:33:52 +0000

Sweet, sweet, glorious revenge. The kind that can only be born of a soul so twisted with the strain of prolonged concentrated suffering that it is hardly even be called human. Indeed, it is more the vengeance of a sharp shadow of cruelty, dealing out its justice with a cold and gruesome gavel of malice. As Joanna had once heard the great Sean Wang say, “Ain’t no justice like a vigilante justice!”

By: nadir bilici

nadir bilici — Fri, 01 May 2009 14:14:09 +0000

And then, all of a sudden, in the rapid heat of things, in the torment of the impending AP tests, it happened. Swine flu. It ravaged the terraces of Los Alamitos High School, spreading from math to English, encompassing all that was sacred in the students’ sacred sanctuary of school.
Joana took a glance at all of the mindless cheerleaders panicking around with face masks and pills and syringes, as usual, but this time it was different. She saw him. Goodman.
The little bit of mankind was only left in Los Alamitos, and Goodman had to be rid of. After a period of 3 months, Joana had buttressed her arsenal of weapons, and now it was time…time for revenge.

By: Chris "The Rininator" Rini

Chris "The Rininator" Rini — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 05:35:59 +0000

“WTF!?! All I ever wanted to do in life was make a good progressive story, to utilize my tropes, explore literary strategies. That’s it. One simple goal. But no, these cursed dream decimators have ruined everything. It is as if my whole life was being written by some nutty teenagers, I mean come on! Floating knives, random unexplained sex changes, what is this? Some kind of bad telenovela? Now all I need is some crazy girl named Rosalinda with a totally screwed-up family.”

By: gellan kashou

gellan kashou — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:45:59 +0000

All she could think about was the man, the murder, the theft of innocent lives. Reality slowly ticking its way back into the mid of the crazy Joanna, she was able to yelp and scream slowly but progressivly moving towards the steel door. Cries of “Goodman, you will pay” surrounded the dreary setting as Joanna gasped her breaths of consciousness. As Joanna’s eyes moved closer and closer to shutting- as if she was holding the wieght of the world on her poor eyelids- she could only think to herself……

By: Der Kalter Scherblock

Der Kalter Scherblock — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 07:02:57 +0000

she saw that the knife was really being controled remotely by a crazed man that previously worked for the prolific burger chain, which can be commonly reffered to as McDonalds. The only reason that she noticed that he had worked for McDonalds was due to the tattered 1/4 pound wrappers that he wore as his clothing. Reacting before thinking, Joana charged the oddly dressed man and he skipped away with a womanly groan. Tackling him to the ground, she furiously and curiously asked the man what his intentions for brutally killing Dr. Goodman were. She grabbed him by the collar and his shrieked then stating crazily that, “If I offed the Doc. I would get normal clothes and my house wouldn’t be the dumpster behind PETCO anymore!” To her amazement, she burst into laughter and commensed in scraping off some of the residual cheese left on one of the wrappers with her teeth. Unvailing a secret knife, the man cut off Joana’s leg and blood spirted out of her severed blood vessels. Dropping to the ground, she lay helpless…

By: andrea abaloni

andrea abaloni — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 05:18:34 +0000

joana was horrified by the scene that had occurred in front of her. Not only had Dr. Goodman been hacked to death by a floating knife and was now laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood but now that same bloody knife was now floating towards her. She looked around for any means of escape but the only way out was throught the large, metal doors that were behind the knife. But when it was only 6 feet away she saw out of the corner of her eye…

By: edguo

edguo — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:21:58 +0000

an assistant burst into the room choking for breath.
“Dr. Goodman! There’s been a breach in sector 7b. All the contaminated specimens are running loose throughout the laboratory!”
Dr. Goodman contemplated the situation and suddenly staggered into the wall, as if he had been clubbed at the base of his neck. The knife dropped to the ground and suddenly levitated and impaled the Doctor. Blood spurted everywhere and Joanna/Jake/John gasped. Suddenly the air was rent open by screams up and down the hallway outside. J/J/J saw the knife levitate again but this time, noticed a shimmer of refracted light extending from behind the Doctor’s corpse. It began moving toward J/J/J…

By: Keren Mahgerefteh

Keren Mahgerefteh — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:24:39 +0000

Dr. Goodman continued to walk closer and closer to the her. She started to shudder as she had no idea what was going on. She was confused on why she was in the room and being interogated. Dr. Goodman peered over her shoulder and asked, “where were you on October 31st at 11:37 pm? She started to think about this yet she could only concentrate on the bloody knife that Dr. Goodman was holding in his hand. She started to answer his question when suddenly…

By: Jordan Roberson

Jordan Roberson — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 06:11:30 +0000

dimly lit room, huddled in the corner against the back wall. A layer of flies coated the white ceiling in a multitude of black patches, as the darkness that tainted her soul. She lifted her eyes slowly and peered around the room. A bald light bulb flickered and buzzed above a rectangular table, which cast its blurred shadow upon the cold, hard, cement floor.

Dr. Goodman sat across the other side of the table, though only his grayed outline appeared in the lack of lighting. He held his clipboard and examined the attached papers interestingly. He cleared his dry throat and said, “It is time we begin the questioning, Joanna. Please take a seat.”

The girl started to speak, “It’s not Joa–”
Its shimmer caught her eye, and she felt the heavy weight and piercing pain within her chest immediately. The knife. By his side.

What infernal plot has consumed her being!

By: Sheleneeeee

Sheleneeeee — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 20:24:00 +0000

Breathing heavily, she drew her fingertips to her throat. Feeling her skin where the knife had once laid. Numbness was all she felt as she watched the men inch forward clicking the handcuffs open. By now she was too weak to move, all she could do was lie there listening to the thumping of each heartbeat. This can’t be happening, she said to herself and that was the last she remembered of the hospital. When she awoke she found herself in a…