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“--- There’s a war to fight, oh, and a story to tell. My tools will be my words and my skill my prose. I hear the cries of the dying and weave them into tales of survival. I hear the screams. I will be there.”
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“…That happens a lot around here.”
The Mummy trilogy starter sentences — Always accepting !
Staring at the soldier’s face he estimated him to have been no older than thirteen. A fucking child. His uniform fit loosely around his now still frame, and despite that deeply harbored hater that had grown deep roots within Chvanov’s heart he couldn’t help but feel a tug of guilt. There is always something about seeing a child die. There is also something else about seeing a child die who is handed over a gun and forced to confront far more experienced men, to charge head on towards a tank with poor weapons only to be eaten under metal teeth or be gunned down like rabbits.
His hands are almost delicate when they set the body down among the rest. He thinks about Vladimir who was far younger. This boy isn’t him, he knows that. Shit, it’s probably even silly to think of him as Vladimir whose only resemblance is both had long lives ahead of them that were interrupted by war’s grip — by the same man and his spewed beliefs.
“Da, I know.” he agrees, severing any sentiment for the sake of a level-headed mind (no use in thinking about things that are past. He’s not Vladimir or the children burned alive); stands up and moves on to retrieve the last body.
“Use your arms to embrace the beauty of differences and not to start war”
Some meme I used to know
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. A never ending mantra, the phrase kept rolling over and over on his mind while his gaze cooked the petite surgeon across the room.
A little late for such a talk, Sir, someone would have probably said, and he would have agreed. The time for ‘peace’ was long expired. Unfortunately the restrains that kept him a prisoner to the bed weren’t helping in alleviating any resentment between the two either. He hated her in an undeserving way. Hated her for only being born American. Hated her for keeping him strapped there like a trophy dog for all her friends to gawk at before shipping him off to whatever shit prisoner camp they had somewhere within that fucking island. Hated her also for having pulled away the pistol off his hands, therefore sentencing him to a dishonorable existence for having failed his mission.
He continued to eye her for a moment longer, unblinking and with thinly pursed lips; kept silent because there is simply nothing decent he can add to a conversation he doesn’t wish to continue. The only movement he made was to breathe through his nose in tired exasperation.
In the distance the sky rumbles. When he finally speaks his voice is as heavy as the rolling thunder, and his expression as dark as the outside. “Fuck off.”
❝ Same old story huh, you save the world while sitting waist deep in shit and no one gives a damn. ❞
Mетро 2033 sentence starter
Everyone knew who Misha Chvanov was when it came to speaking, so when he opened his mouth to reply that day it was as if someone else, some unknown entity from the other world, had taken possession of his body.
❝ Don’t care. ❞ he began fairly normal. Then he paused, grasping that small moment of (seeming) illumination right before it vanished. ❝ Unless this is about fame seeking, what does it matter if the entire world fails to take notice ? Saving should be a selfless act. ❞
❝ As long as I know I did the right thing; that I killed as much of those fuckers out there to make a small change — to save something…that’s all I care. Not fame. Not recognition. ❞
“You’re in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down…”
Blade Runner Sentence Starter
Yeah, the guy’s death. So what ? he thought wiping his brow with the back of his hand. There was no need for overdramatic narrations when shit like this happened every day in the wasteland.
“Da.” Which meant yes, if he remembered well, because he really couldn’t. His parents would only go off on some language both never cared to pass on simply because theirs too, was a fucked up chopped mess that was unworthy of preservation. But he was sure that meant yes, and it was shorter than three words, which saved breath when he wasn’t feeling so talkative. Hopefully, she caught that last.
“As if you’ve never seen a dead body.”
Pushing the safety back on the pistol he tucked it between the waistband of his jeans, proceeding to drop into a squat next to one of the raiders. His raised pointer finger bobbed up and down with each of his spat out words. “Now shut the fuck up; didn’t ask you to narrate each step I take.” Nodding at her towards the other body he added. “Help me see if they have anything good on them — fuck, do this guys always reek….”
“the center of the universe cannot exist when there are no edges.”
lyrics sentence starters ( marilyn manson edition )
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“Wait, that metaphor just went somewhere horrible.”
Mass Effect starters — no longer accepting
❝ This is why you think before you speak, Miss. ❞ he doesn’t care to add her last name, it’s atrocious to the tongue, and calling her by the nickname the men of his ranks placed on her would mean acknowledging her as equal. The stoicism remains. When he forces himself to move it is to tap his fingers twice against the table, unimpressed by her words, mainly because he didn’t exactly understood her point, her American accent was horrendous, though not the worst he had heard. Some things simply don’t translate well, things get lost or distorted with such ease. Points in special. ❝ It’s a waste of breathe; and my time. ❞
“Can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of some calibrations.”
Mass Effect starters — no longer accepting
❝ When I say now it means now. ❞ he makes it a point to make the last louder, as if he were a father speaking to his stubborn child, and only because he seemed to have been cursed with such a silky, soft voice; thought those are always the darkest and most threatening. ❝ I will not repeat myself again. You come here now. ❞
