Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9773576-20140709183244

I was on Wattpad recently, looking for good stuff to read, and I stumbled upon a profile entitled "ThePurgeMovie."

Now I absolutely loved the first Purge movie, and wanted to see why the creators had made a Wattpad profile and found that they had commissioned two authors to write short stories that coincide with the release of The Purge: Anarchy, which releases July 18th, next Friday.

Reading parts of the first one (Mr. Composure) and what the author had so far of the second one (Revelation). I thoroughly enjoyed them, and thought I should write one myself. When Im done, I'm not quite sure whether or not I'll be able to post this on-site, so please answer in the comments. Thanks.

Here's what I have so far.

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The streets were bustling.

The people were panicking.

It seemed, once again, that Armageddon had been unleashed upon the Earth as I took in this once-a-year sight. The calmness of my house on the outskirts of the city contrasted greatly with the spectacle outside; there was not a single second that a car or truck did not pass by.

But soon, yes, very soon, that would all change as the sirens and announcements blared loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Having had enough of this chaotic scene, I stood up from where I was seated on my couch and drifted into the kitchen for a bite to eat. If I were to defend the house that night, I would need all of the energy I could get.

Grabbing and reheating some of Wednesday's spaghetti, I began to ponder all of the possibilities that could happen tonight. ''An intrusion? A runner, pursuited by hunters that seek nothing but bloodlust and vengeance? A family member dying?''

The harsh beeping of the microwave startled me out of my pessimistic thinking session. I would survive tonight, just like all of the others, and nothing would go wrong.

After all, I had survived the others.

After swiftly devouring my makeshift spaghetti dinner, I checked and made sure that my alarm system was in check and ready to blare if, by some small chance, an attacker were to get his or her way into my house.

Seeing as the alarm was prepared to my standards, I then went to gather my supplies for the night. I would be temporarily residing in my living room (the room closest to the front of the house), so if an intruder were to break in the front, I would hear it and...how do I put it...discontinue their breathing forever. The floor is where I'd be laying while the moon was high, and there'd be absoutely zero lights on in my house, to avoid detection. I would have some snacks and water (in case I got hungry or thirsty) layed out in front of me. Last but not least, I would have my military-issue, fully-loaded Heckler & Koch G36 in my hands for easy access and a speedy takedown, if necessary. I always ran that 'Speedy Takedown' phrase in my mind, yet never thought I would have the guts to kill a man.

I turned off every light in the entire house (including the little electronic lights that signal that something is on, I had to do everything in my power to avoid detection), and headed to my usual setup. The streets had cleared outside of my house, and the final people were finally reaching and entering their homes. It was a reddish dusk. I assumed that this was exactly how it'd be the next morning.

Time slowed down as I picked up the rising of a siren, quickly getting louder. I listened for what seemed like minutes when finally, that God-awful, familiar, and robotic female voice gave that same damn speech she (or it) gives every year, on this exact date.

"This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual Purge. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 A.M., when The Purge concludes. Weapons of Class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of Ranking 10 have been granted Immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Your government thanks you for your participation. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all."

After this, a few more sirens blared for a good five or ten minutes. They then stopped, followed by a harsh and eerie silence that lasted a minute at best.

Then, the first gunshot, presumably from a shotgun of some kind, rang out through the town, and this is when I knew that the annual event that had came to be known the Purge was beginning.  