He hated them. He hated them with a smoldering passion. Even from his office, the 15th story, the smog clouds rolled endlessly, and he could see their faces in them. He would grit his teeth and punch the desk; a man if high power throwing a tampertantrum.
“I hate those youths!” he would should as another red balloon would pass by the glass, a smiling face drawn onto it. “Find their base! End this—slaughter them all!” his demanding voice would screem out as the gathering of rebels grew thicker and stronger.
“Cancel them, destroy them—bring them to their knees for mercy!” This was the last stand. All his men were out — skilled, well trained men fighting a horde of teenagers and young adults.
The secret is out.
The rumor has spread.
The president of the United States is afraid of teenagers.
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Creative Writing Collection
Short StoryJust a collection of my 18/23 minute free-writes I make in creative writing class for the first semester c: CWC is also now including 2nd semester work yay :D I hope you enjoy the uber rough work ~
