Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24987453-20150120222622

"I am a bird."

"I am a bird."

"I am a fucking bird."

"Believe it, god damn you all to hell damn you all to hell damn you fuck you damn you!"

The man hurtled toward the precipice, his legs moving rapidly like the wheels of a runaway train. His speed increased. Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, one hundred seventy-three. His arms flailed, weilding knives as he beheaded the bewildered spectators. He zoomed off the edge of the precipice, reaching terminal velocity.

Splat.

The gray rocks were splattered with red, the heads of the victims rolling slowly towards the precipice.

The padded walls surround me. 