Here. Some sheiza that I wrote up while bored. Like the last one, criticize my lazy writing please.
This one isnt finished quite yet. At all. Still have to finish the draft.
WRITING PROMPT
3 hours to live, lost, and confused.
The smell of wet asphault, the sound rubber tires on the road. Distant horns and voices lost in the clamouring of a city about to sleep.
A relatively normal rain, gray skys in the afternoon, puddles on the sidewalk and umbrellas drenched to protect their weilders. In the
alley, a stirring. A figure slowly rises, a feminine silloutte in the dim light from the street. Her mind is buzzing, trying to make sense
of her situations. One phrase rings in her mind- "Three hours to live."
The rain didn't garner her attention, which was set on studying her enviroment. Nothing out of the ordinary for a city alley, save for a
bag. It struck her as important as she opened it and rifled through its contents. A timer, and a note. The timer read ten minutes, and the
note contained the same words that echoed in her head.