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"The cold black heart is ruthless,
it's grasp of harm and fear.
The bright red heart is kindness,
a silent prayer to those who hear."
A.G, 2020
R.I.P
Andison Groves
Estimated Date of Decease: 2020, December 14, 9:30pm
Date of Deceased Body Recovery: 2020, December 25, 4:20pm
"Fear leads to isolation,
but pain evokes revenge.
Physical pain hurts,
but sadness hurts more."
"The loss of someone dear,
is felt in one's heart.
And in the heart is love."
"Love... the most powerful force on Earth."
J.G, 2021
I WILL AVENGE
GYLLIE
CORPERATIONS
AVENGER OF WAR
it's grasp of harm and fear.
The bright red heart is kindness,
a silent prayer to those who hear."
A.G, 2020
R.I.P
Andison Groves
Estimated Date of Decease: 2020, December 14, 9:30pm
Date of Deceased Body Recovery: 2020, December 25, 4:20pm
"Fear leads to isolation,
but pain evokes revenge.
Physical pain hurts,
but sadness hurts more."
"The loss of someone dear,
is felt in one's heart.
And in the heart is love."
"Love... the most powerful force on Earth."
J.G, 2021
I WILL AVENGE
GYLLIE
CORPERATIONS
AVENGER OF WAR
Chapter 1: Prolouge
2020, December 14, 8:45pm
The cold black heart was ruthless, indeed. It sought it's prey at night, stalking and waiting. It's fingers close around a trigger, and the first shot is fired. The first shot, the first death. The evoking of a once lively soul: now drifting scared and lonely through the mind of it's killer, it's attacker.
"I'll be back at ten," said Andison Groves to his mother while putting on a thick black jacket. It was pouring with rain outside, and he'd be soaked to the bone without the overlapped leather built for harsh weather conditions. "I'm going down to the SuperCo factory so I can pick up my cheque."
"Which one?" his mother asked while pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down at the kitchen table. Andy looked up and raised an eyebrow, but she elaborated further. "The one your father works at or the other one?"
"Oh, the other one. I don't work at Dad's anymore, remember?" his mother nodded and smiled. Andy picked up his car keys and stepped into the hallway. But as he exited towards the door, he felt his heart turn cold and almost suck in on itself. Something wasn't right... but what could possibly happen?
It stalked him from that point of his exit of the safe haven of his mother's house. Silent, moving with the wind. Invisible to the eye: it approached.
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Any good? Any feedback or criticism is much appreciated and welcomed. Anything you would change or make different? How do these paragraphs appeal to you: in a scary way, an emotional way, a tensed-up way? Do you think it is a good/great opening for a story built up on the emotions of a man looking for vengeance against the killer of his brother?
If I get enough feedback and comments, I will post more to this thread or another, possibly an entire chapter.
Thank you for your time.