suk blyt

genre didnt break

can modern day get any more advanced? can writers not suck? can writers write fantasy but realistic? these are questions i ponder every day. i wandered. around the house.  it was night, and the light of the moon shined through the windows and i was scribbling on a piece of paper while walking around the house while making severe run on sentences. i looked to my left and saw my roommate and she was sleeping. i sighed.i looked out the window at the polluted city, plagued with corruption and sickness. the city was in shambles, the senate easily bribed, and revolts ripped up streets and left stray animals, pests, and people lying injured or dead on the ground. the shouts echoed along the streets, shouts and cries as the Cveta Movement plowed through the streets, sending police officers and militia a running. it was only a matter of time before the apartment they were living in was ripped into pieces by the constant fighting. i walked the small apartment, pondering, when was the revolution to begin? when did they have to run?

Sterling Sniffleton reclined on the couch with a heavy sigh. This was stupid. No, it was idiotic. His roommate, Alexandria, warned him leaving now would be the best option. But Sterling... he was curious. He wanted to see how this revolution would actually play out. Would the rebellious up-starters really make a move? Or would this all seem like some facetious joke?

Part of Sterling wanted to move and get out of here now. Immediately. But the other half of him didn't want to immigrate, and instead wait it out. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a gargantuan noise that left his eardrums ringing, something he anticipated.

It was the noise of steel supports being ripped and wallpaper being disintegrated. The sound he had dimly heard on the other side of the city, probably the doing of the Cveta Movement. It was the sound of a frag grenade tearing through the building.

Alexandria jerked from the bed and was up in mere seconds with a flash of textured brown hair. "I told you, Sterling!" she hissed, immediately surveying the situation and comming to a conclusion.