#And why Levine PANICS when he realizes he was bit by a compy since every animal is a carrier

[twelvebooksstuff]

OMG THIS IS SO EXCITING, THE LAST SENTENCE I WROTE WAS ABOUT A CUT CHARACTER FROM THE LOST WORLD!!!

It’s a line of dialogue being said to Elliot Wu about him and Henry!!

“I take it you are [like your brother] which means that if you knew how things would have been, not even in the worst case scenario, but just in general, working for InGen, for Hammond, you would have declined.”

But back to your piece-IT. IS. AMAZING. THE DESCRIPTIONS ARE VIVID AND THE ATMOSPHERE IS PALPABLE!! THE DRAMATIC REVEAL OF THE FINAL PARAGRAPH IS EXCELLENTLY SET UP AND EXECUTED! I LOVE IT AND I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO WRITE AND SHARE MORE!!

Anyone who sees this is welcome to participate!

Last Line Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you so much for the tag @desfraisespartout !!!

I was actually trying to write something when I got the notification lol.

Listen I am not a writer so this probably isn't the best. 😅 It's mainly just descriptions.

The sour smell of mold eating away at any exposed surface, slowly encroaching through out the skeleton of an isolated wing. It’s doors barred shut from the main body of the building, wooden boards haphazardly nailed in place showing its age with their splintering grain. The tile, once spotless and waxed, now broken and crunch under each foot fall. 

Deep clean sanitation chambers, revered for their excellent sterilization, harbor clouds of spores from the trapped moisture. Glass panels looking into the main room, all smashed long ago, long since dried blood littered what remaining shards still stood on the frames edges. Thin streams of rainfall finding its home in the crevices of high tech computers and machines left to rust away in the humid tropical weather.

Memories of snarling teeth and rotten meat still connected to something living. Loud screams and festering wounds, desperate pleads for help to no avail. Quick claws and cut lines. All still haunt the one remaining occupant of this rotting corpse that housed the products of genetic achievements. A single soul slinking through the backdrop of this waking nightmare

No clue if there is anyone I can tag but whoever is interested can participate!