sketch time

The sly, lurking cheetah stalks its prey from a distance, biding his time, licking his lips, getting ready to strike. His soft, sleek fur glowing in the hot african sun. His claws digging in the dry crackling earth below him. As his prey gets closer his vision sharpens, his muscles tensing up, getting ready to accelerate at mach speeds. His moment is getting closer and the tenacious blood thirsty cheetah gets ready to strike. His prety gets within closing distance and the sneaking speedy cheetah takes off to claim his kill...

dialogue

john: So... What did you think?
Karl: It was very tight, I loved it.
john: What did you think of the begining?
Karl: Um it was good, didnt you like it?
john: No, no I loved it to.
Karl: Yeah ok... so...
john: So...
Karl: Did mom make you hang out with me cause I have no friends?
john: Um no, of course not, what makes you think that?
Karl: Uh cause I heard her say that before we left.
john: Well that doesnt mean I didnt want to hang out with you anyways...
Karl: Alright man, whatever you say.
john: Well? Why dont you hang out with people?
Karl: I dont know, I do. Why does it matter anyway?
john: It doesnt, I was just wondering dog.
Karl: Haha, whatever... Lets just get home.
john: Alright you said it.
(Karl turns up the music in the car so they dont have to talk anymore)

1st page...

Exploring the world was nothing new for Atwood, but discovering an alien race living on our planet was...

He had traveled the globe going on expeditions and camping by himself and had seen everything from giant salamanders to tigers. But when he traveled to Antarctica to take an expedtition his team was disconnected with contact and got lost on the massive ice shelf with limited food and supplies. They had survived for three weeks with the provisions they had until they started dying off one by one until his twelve member team was diminished to just one.

Atwood had lost most faith in ever getting found on the ice shelf and figured he had about five days until he would be out of all supplies and helpless to carry on so he was going to try to make the best of his last days. The first day passed and he was nowhere closer to rescue than before and he awaited the next day to see if his luck got any better. As a matter of fact his luck got worse and the cold was becoming unbearable. On the fourth night Atwood was laying down trying to doze off when he was disturbed by some violent shaking coming for beneath him and thought perhaps it was an earthquake, but it subsided quickly. Then ten minutes later he heard strange noises and decided to check things out.

At first he saw nothing when he got out of his tent but as he looked around he finally noticed a faint light in the distance just over a hill about three hundred yards away so he began making his way. As Atwood got closer the strange noises became louder and louder and they sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. As he came within twenty five feet he got on all fours to crawl up the hill, and he was now within five feet off the top. Then Atwood reached the top and looked down the drop off and what he saw was something you would hope to never in your life time see. He was frozen with awe and far to scared to make any movement, he had definitely and without a doubt encountered hostile alien lifeform and didnt plan on getting away alive.

intro

Why do I write... A question I often find asking myself. I suppose one good reason as to why I write is because after I create a masterpiece I love to see people enjoy it. When you write there are no boundaries, nothing holding your mind back from a creative explosion of electrifying words and phrases. When you write you get to express a side of you that nobody else see's and that nobody else knows, and its exhilerating. You get to pretend for that short instance that your somebody else, somebody better, or someone that you desire to be. All in all writing is a great way to express your feelings, or show feelings, pretty much letting go of feelings in the long run, and that ladies and gentleman is why I write!