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PART # 3 

DISCRIPTIONS OF THE WORLD AS SEEN THROUGH THE BLOOD-SHOT EYES OF KEVIN STING. A MAN WHO SWEARS THAT HE CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF ONE HAND CLAPPING.

Do not follow the simple examples of my 'Punctuation' shown in the 'Discriptions' List below. While attending school my Literature teacher upon grading my work felt that she could not give me an 'F'....because my work deserved something quite different, so she gave me a 'G.'

Thinking that that 'mark' stood for (G)reat I left her class feeling satisfied that I had received the highest of awards. (Apparently I may have been mistaken.)

YOU MAY CHANGE KEVINS DISCRIPTIONS AROUND TO SUIT YOUR OWN STORY IDEAS IF YOU HAPPEN TO FIND SOME-THING USEFUL. (Keep in mind that this guy meets each day with one-half of his brain tied behind his back)

NOW KEVINS' EXAMPLES:

 A CRY FROM OUT OF THE FOG:

129) A schrill cry of pain and terror tore through the fog. The wave of sound echoed down the valley ahead bouncing between the hills then finally producing  smaller versions of itself until suddenly dying in the distance.

THE EVENING SKY LOOKED ANGRY:

130) The evening sky was overcast, hanging low and gery. but he could still see far enough into the distance toward the hills to realize that something was out there, and it was not going to be friendly. Then the clouds began gathering quickly as it began to darken. A storm would not be long in coming. Minutes later the sky lit up for miles as a knifing brilliant flash of flightning cut the darkness.

STORM:

131) Dark clouds announced the approaching storm in the distance. Dry brown leaves flew by his feet then lifted into the fast moving breeze. 

HOWLING WIND:

132) The howling wind screamed just outside the window as if lost in the desolate darkness and searching for a way to escape the night.

WIND SOUNDS:

133) The sound coming in from outside told him the wind was rising now, growing stronger, but there was no storm driving it; that in itself was ominous.

DEPRESSING LONELY SOUND:

134) It sounded like something dying, or almost dead.

NOT IN COMPLETE AGREEMENT:

135) He shrugged slightly and mumbled "I guess not."

DEAD COLD SMELL:

136) The dead cold smell of an old campfire filled his nostrills.

DARKNESS MOVING:

137) The darkness rolled in fast, as if being driven by something angry.

PIERCING STARE:

138) The mans' eyes were direct, piercing, as clear as a bell and menacing.

DANGEROUS MOMENT:

139) It turned into a maddening insane situation.

FEAR & TERROR:

140) The shock of seeing this extremely surprising scene stopped him dead in his tracks.

 DRINKING FROM A FAST MOVING STREAM:

141) He quickly scooped the liquid up with his hands.

FROZE IN HIS TRACKS:

142) The night sounds were not quite right, the crickets had all stopped their endless calls to their female mates.

BULGING EYES:

143) The dead man had been scared to death. Their was no other way to discribe it.

 SILENTLY ANSWERING NO:

144) He shook his head silently to the question.

EXHAUSTED, SHOCKED, AND SURPRISED:

145) Driving all night he was worn out and tired from the endless miles. His eys blurry and red could barely make out the road ahead. Then suddenly he was shocked to a waking state by the sign ahead on an old Motel; it read; "Welcome to Dead Mans'Palace."  The Vacancy sign seemed to be flashing an ominous warning to all that might come this way and make the mistake of stopping for the night.

ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH DEATH:

146) He knew that he was on a collision course with the grand reaper and with no where to turn andno way to stop his foreward motion.

MURMERING WIND ABOVE IN THE DARK:

147) The murmer of the wind moving through the branches overhead making sounds like a man walking on wet leaves after a rain storm caused him to shudder and look up. But there was nothing in that darkness but the cold lonely night time breeze wandering through the leaves.

FACIAL FEATURES SHOWING EXHAUSTION:

148) His tired haggard look mirrored the age old eyes that had seen too much for too long. The sadness in his eyes revealed the torture in his soul. 

LEATHERY WORN OUT FACIAL SKIN:

149)The wide deepening crevices of his face became the tortured look of age as smooth pink skin turned to leather and recounted the years, and the miles he had traveled.

TEARS:

150) The burning sting of tears made their appearance, then flooded down his cheeks only to continue to their grave upon his pillow.

THE SUN TRAVELING ACROSS THE SKY:

151) As the dying sun moved without motion, the streaming rays pierced their way through the breeze-blown umbrella of large maples, painting asnd repainting the shadows of mingled images and ever moving shapes.

THE NIGHT TIME LANDSCAPE MOVED SOFTLY:

152) The night time landscape became dominated by shadows that moved, waved, dissapeared, the reappeared again resembling ghosts playing among the giant oaks trees limbs as the full moon crawled across the night sky very unaware of the effect it might have on the land below it.

INSTANTLY ANGRY:

153) Instantly anger flashed from his piercing eyes as his face turned a crimsome bright red. The veins stuck out on his temples and neck and he was now ready to explode at anyone who uttered the first abusive word in his direction.

BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKY:

154) The beautiful blue sky of yesterday was now lost somewhere up there above the threatening dark overcast that had appeared suddenly in the afternoon dimming afternoon light.

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