Saturday, June 8, 2013

WIP lines -Art of Dying 6-8

I felt myself flying backwards through the air away from the ship. I hit cavern wall behind hard, jolting everything in my entire body, and winding me up on the ground. I felt like I had bricks for limbs and someone stabbing me with a ice pick in my brain. I lolled my head to the side as Alex screamed my name and ran over with Tomas. 
I looked up. “Ouch.”
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Alex demanded, kicking me in the thigh.
“I told me to touch it,” I said.
“Do you always listen to spaceships when they tell you to do things?”
“No, just when it sounds like my grandmother.”

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