Thursday, 28 November 2013

Fast action writing



I was captured in the small, stuffy room by the policeman who was smoking in front of my face. The policeman slapped me harshly twice and questioned me. I was frightened with fear. I saw savage polices and I thought I was going to die soon. The room was filled with silence and my expression of innocence. The policeman sighed, and struck my head into water furiously.

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