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(The bare bones of a story A Broken mind is the most dangerous weapon )

Tim angrily slammed the controller on the desk in front of him. His heart was racing and palms sweating as he shook with rage. He knew in that moment of frustration that the world was truly against him.
As a small for his age Junior in high school, Tim saw each school day as lifeís way to torcher him. Every second of everyday at that place and coming and going to and from it was a personal challenge. He lived in a constant state of extreme tension.
He yearned for his time gaming in his parentís basement on his computer. It was the only time he felt in control and had some possibility of winning. Usually the deeper he got into a game the further the problems of real life retreated from his thoughts. But today was different. His anger continued and increased during the game. He felt like he was running in a long distance race while being chased by a hungry pride of lions.
Tim was so tired and agitated at the same time that all he could think of was oblivion. He wanted to hit the reset button on his whole life and just start fresh. He knew he couldnít but want to, never the less. The thought of death never entered his mind. But something like it did. The road to the End paved with fame, of a kind, wiping out his awkward inability to fit in anywhere. Desperation for peace is a very strong force and hopelessness increases the pressure.
Knowing that he couldnít face another day just like the endless others, Tim started to consider his way out this trap called his life. There must be justice for his tormentors, fame or infamy for him and no chance of losing. Just thinking about .his revenge made him feel as light as a balloon. A clear path was wonderfully exciting, it didnít matter where it ended.
Tim entered into a new game called, ĎGetting Backí. He started planning. Already this game was the best yet. Most games only allowed you to respond. This game not only let you plan, it demanded you do so.
Because he knew that he was not big or strong, he would need a weapon Ė a powerful weapon. A gun came to mind. There was no way he could figure to get a gun and besides he didnít know how to use one. With his luck, he thought, Iíd probably shoot myself.
A knife was for more physical person then him. A club the same. That left a bomb Ė but that was very impersonal. He wanted his enemies to see him and know it was him doing it before they died. Tim pondered this problem for a long time and then it hit him Ė he chuckled with delight as he thought Ė A Car!
For the next few days, Tim floated around the house like a new person, laughing and joking, helping with chores, and very polite. His family was delighted and too happy with the change to ask why it was happening. Timís only thought was Get Back day but the decision was made and now he was happy and enjoying life.
Timís mother felt that he should get rewarded for his new positive outlook so she took him for driving lessons so he could get his Learnerís Permit. Tim just smiled and took every opportunity to practice driving and he became very good at every part of it, including parallel parking and weaving around obstacles.
The whole family was so pleased to meet and know this new person Tim had become and heaved a group sigh of relief. They all had been so worried about Tim and had worried what would become of him. With each day, the new Tim seemed more and more real and the positive routine was relaxing.
At school, little changed but Tim took the bullying and teasing without much reaction. He just smiled when picked on and he made his list of those who would pay. He also watched his targets and memorized their daily habits. He took his time. He had all the time he wanted to give himself. The wait was not a burden because each day he could visualize the faces of his victims as he ran them down, as they knew it was him doing it.
After a few months, he knew he was ready. He had picked his time and place for his attack. The kids he was after grouped together right after school, well most of them did. Just before boarding the buses the students milled around just talking and laughing. This was never anything he was a part of because that would be a time of humiliation for him. That time being their last seemed like the best time to exact his revenge.
Tim left school during study hall and took the bus to his motherís workplace. He had already made a copy of her car keys. He got her car from the parking lot and drove back to the school and waited near the school bus stop. It was a clear path, once he cleared the curb, to the groupings of kids. He waited like barracuda hunting his prey.
He thought some of those he would get would be innocent of having harmed him but there was always some innocent that got hurt with guilty. They were just unlucky Ė not his problem. His heart was pounding and his palms were wet. Wow, he thought it was just like his game. But this was the real game.
The last bell sounded in the school and Timís hands tightened on the steering- wheel. The kids came out and as he had seen gathered in front of the busses. He picked his target group and while holding down the brake reeved up the carís engine.
Seeing the laughing face of his most frequent tormentor, Tim aimed the car at him and released the brake as he gunned the engine. The car jumped forward and jumped the curb causing Tim to nearly lose control. But he regained control and re-aimed the car. The kid Tim had selected to hit turned to see the onrushing car and his face changed into a mask of horror. Those standing close to him had no chance to react. They saw the car and grinning driver just before lit ran into them.
Tim screamed curses as he hit them and the bodies flew some over the car some into the windshield and some under the car. It was like hitting a brick wall but Tim kept the gas floored and drove into the next group.
Some of the quicker kids threw themselves to either side but those in the middle were run down. The ground was left littered with bodies. Some moving some not, crying and moaning was the noise left in the wake of the careening vehicle.
Even though the front of the car was completely smashed it kept running. Tim pointed it down the road and blasted as fast as it would go. He wasnít trying to escape. He just wanted this moment of victory to last as long as possible. He laughed hysterically remembering the faces of his victims as he hit them. He was not sorry for doing this Ė they deserved it.
A few minutes later, Tim noticed a police car behind him lights flashing siren howling. He didnít care. He pushed the car to its top speed and picked out a grove of trees a bit ahead. As he left the road and hit the old tree at about seventy miles an hour, his last thought was, Now they will remember me.

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(The bare bones of a story A Broken mind is the most dangerous weapon )

Tim angrily slammed the controller on the desk in front of him. His heart was racing and palms sweating as he shook with rage. He knew in that moment of frustration that the world was truly against him.
As a small for his age Junior in high school, Tim saw each school day as lifeís way to torcher him. Every second of everyday at that place and coming and going to and from it was a personal challenge. He lived in a constant state of extreme tension.



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He yearned for his time gaming in his parentís basement on his computer. It was the only time he felt in control and had some possibility of winning. Usually the deeper he got into a game the further the problems of real life retreated from his thoughts. But today was different. His anger continued and increased during the game. He felt like he was running in a long distance race while being chased by a hungry pride of lions.
Tim was so tired and agitated at the same time that all he could think of was oblivion. He wanted to hit the reset button on his whole life and just start fresh. He knew he couldnít but want to, never the less. The thought of death never entered his mind. But something like it did. The road to the End paved with fame, of a kind, wiping out his awkward inability to fit in anywhere. Desperation for peace is a very strong force and hopelessness increases the pressure.
Knowing that he couldnít face another day just like the endless others, Tim started to consider his way out this trap called his life. There must be justice for his tormentors, fame or infamy for him and no chance of losing. Just thinking about .his revenge made him feel as light as a balloon. A clear path was wonderfully exciting, it didnít matter where it ended.
Tim entered into a new game called, ĎGetting Backí. He started planning. Already this game was the best yet. Most games only allowed you to respond. This game not only let you plan, it demanded you do so.
Because he knew that he was not big or strong, he would need a weapon Ė a powerful weapon. A gun came to mind. There was no way he could figure to get a gun and besides he didnít know how to use one. With his luck, he thought, Iíd probably shoot myself.
A knife was for more physical person then him. A club the same. That left a bomb Ė but that was very impersonal. He wanted his enemies to see him and know it was him doing it before they died. Tim pondered this problem for a long time and then it hit him Ė he chuckled with delight as he thought Ė A Car!
For the next few days, Tim floated around the house like a new person, laughing and joking, helping with chores, and very polite. His family was delighted and too happy with the change to ask why it was happening. Timís only thought was Get Back day but the decision was made and now he was happy and enjoying life.
Timís mother felt that he should get rewarded for his new positive outlook so she took him for driving lessons so he could get his Learnerís Permit. Tim just smiled and took every opportunity to practice driving and he became very good at every part of it, including parallel parking and weaving around obstacles.
The whole family was so pleased to meet and know this new person Tim had become and heaved a group sigh of relief. They all had been so worried about Tim and had worried what would become of him. With each day, the new Tim seemed more and more real and the positive routine was relaxing.
At school, little changed but Tim took the bullying and teasing without much reaction. He just smiled when picked on and he made his list of those who would pay. He also watched his targets and memorized their daily habits. He took his time. He had all the time he wanted to give himself. The wait was not a burden because each day he could visualize the faces of his victims as he ran them down, as they knew it was him doing it.
After a few months, he knew he was ready. He had picked his time and place for his attack. The kids he was after grouped together right after school, well most of them did. Just before boarding the buses the students milled around just talking and laughing. This was never anything he was a part of because that would be a time of humiliation for him. That time being their last seemed like the best time to exact his revenge.
Tim left school during study hall and took the bus to his motherís workplace. He had already made a copy of her car keys. He got her car from the parking lot and drove back to the school and waited near the school bus stop. It was a clear path, once he cleared the curb, to the groupings of kids. He waited like barracuda hunting his prey.
He thought some of those he would get would be innocent of having harmed him but there was always some innocent that got hurt with guilty. They were just unlucky Ė not his problem. His heart was pounding and his palms were wet. Wow, he thought it was just like his game. But this was the real game.
The last bell sounded in the school and Timís hands tightened on the steering- wheel. The kids came out and as he had seen gathered in front of the busses. He picked his target group and while holding down the brake reeved up the carís engine.
Seeing the laughing face of his most frequent tormentor, Tim aimed the car at him and released the brake as he gunned the engine. The car jumped forward and jumped the curb causing Tim to nearly lose control. But he regained control and re-aimed the car. The kid Tim had selected to hit turned to see the onrushing car and his face changed into a mask of horror. Those standing close to him had no chance to react. They saw the car and grinning driver just before lit ran into them.
Tim screamed curses as he hit them and the bodies flew some over the car some into the windshield and some under the car. It was like hitting a brick wall but Tim kept the gas floored and drove into the next group.
Some of the quicker kids threw themselves to either side but those in the middle were run down. The ground was left littered with bodies. Some moving some not, crying and moaning was the noise left in the wake of the careening vehicle.
Even though the front of the car was completely smashed it kept running. Tim pointed it down the road and blasted as fast as it would go. He wasnít trying to escape. He just wanted this moment of victory to last as long as possible. He laughed hysterically remembering the faces of his victims as he hit them. He was not sorry for doing this Ė they deserved it.
A few minutes later, Tim noticed a police car behind him lights flashing siren howling. He didnít care. He pushed the car to its top speed and picked out a grove of trees a bit ahead. As he left the road and hit the old tree at about seventy miles an hour, his last thought was, Now they will remember me.


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Originally Posted by Vince View Post
(The bare bones of a story A Broken mind is the most dangerous weapon )

Tim angrily slammed the controller on the desk in front of him. His heart was racing and palms sweating as he shook with rage. He knew in that moment of frustration that the world was truly against him.

As a small for his age Junior in high school, Tim saw each school day as lifeís way to torcher him. Every second of everyday at that place and coming and going to and from it was a personal challenge. He lived in a constant state of extreme tension.

He yearned for his time gaming in his parentís basement on his computer. It was the only time he felt in control and had some possibility of winning. Usually the deeper he got into a game the further the problems of real life retreated from his thoughts. But today was different. His anger continued and increased during the game. He felt like he was running in a long distance race while being chased by a hungry pride of lions.

Tim was so tired and agitated at the same time that all he could think of was oblivion. He wanted to hit the reset button on his whole life and just start fresh. He knew he couldnít but want to, never the less. The thought of death never entered his mind. But something like it did. The road to the End paved with fame, of a kind, wiping out his awkward inability to fit in anywhere. Desperation for peace is a very strong force and hopelessness increases the pressure.

Knowing that he couldnít face another day just like the endless others, Tim started to consider his way out this trap called his life. There must be justice for his tormentors, fame or infamy for him and no chance of losing. Just thinking about .his revenge made him feel as light as a balloon. A clear path was wonderfully exciting, it didnít matter where it ended.
Tim entered into a new game called, ĎGetting Backí. He started planning. Already this game was the best yet. Most games only allowed you to respond. This game not only let you plan, it demanded you do so.
Because he knew that he was not big or strong, he would need a weapon Ė a powerful weapon. A gun came to mind. There was no way he could figure to get a gun and besides he didnít know how to use one. With his luck, he thought, Iíd probably shoot myself.
A knife was for more physical person then him. A club the same. That left a bomb Ė but that was very impersonal. He wanted his enemies to see him and know it was him doing it before they died. Tim pondered this problem for a long time and then it hit him Ė he chuckled with delight as he thought Ė A Car!
For the next few days, Tim floated around the house like a new person, laughing and joking, helping with chores, and very polite. His family was delighted and too happy with the change to ask why it was happening. Timís only thought was Get Back day but the decision was made and now he was happy and enjoying life.
Timís mother felt that he should get rewarded for his new positive outlook so she took him for driving lessons so he could get his Learnerís Permit. Tim just smiled and took every opportunity to practice driving and he became very good at every part of it, including parallel parking and weaving around obstacles.
The whole family was so pleased to meet and know this new person Tim had become and heaved a group sigh of relief. They all had been so worried about Tim and had worried what would become of him. With each day, the new Tim seemed more and more real and the positive routine was relaxing.
At school, little changed but Tim took the bullying and teasing without much reaction. He just smiled when picked on and he made his list of those who would pay. He also watched his targets and memorized their daily habits. He took his time. He had all the time he wanted to give himself. The wait was not a burden because each day he could visualize the faces of his victims as he ran them down, as they knew it was him doing it.
After a few months, he knew he was ready. He had picked his time and place for his attack. The kids he was after grouped together right after school, well most of them did. Just before boarding the buses the students milled around just talking and laughing. This was never anything he was a part of because that would be a time of humiliation for him. That time being their last seemed like the best time to exact his revenge.
Tim left school during study hall and took the bus to his motherís workplace. He had already made a copy of her car keys. He got her car from the parking lot and drove back to the school and waited near the school bus stop. It was a clear path, once he cleared the curb, to the groupings of kids. He waited like barracuda hunting his prey.
He thought some of those he would get would be innocent of having harmed him but there was always some innocent that got hurt with guilty. They were just unlucky Ė not his problem. His heart was pounding and his palms were wet. Wow, he thought it was just like his game. But this was the real game.
The last bell sounded in the school and Timís hands tightened on the steering- wheel. The kids came out and as he had seen gathered in front of the busses. He picked his target group and while holding down the brake reeved up the carís engine.
Seeing the laughing face of his most frequent tormentor, Tim aimed the car at him and released the brake as he gunned the engine. The car jumped forward and jumped the curb causing Tim to nearly lose control. But he regained control and re-aimed the car. The kid Tim had selected to hit turned to see the onrushing car and his face changed into a mask of horror. Those standing close to him had no chance to react. They saw the car and grinning driver just before lit ran into them.
Tim screamed curses as he hit them and the bodies flew some over the car some into the windshield and some under the car. It was like hitting a brick wall but Tim kept the gas floored and drove into the next group.
Some of the quicker kids threw themselves to either side but those in the middle were run down. The ground was left littered with bodies. Some moving some not, crying and moaning was the noise left in the wake of the careening vehicle.
Even though the front of the car was completely smashed it kept running. Tim pointed it down the road and blasted as fast as it would go. He wasnít trying to escape. He just wanted this moment of victory to last as long as possible. He laughed hysterically remembering the faces of his victims as he hit them. He was not sorry for doing this Ė they deserved it.
A few minutes later, Tim noticed a police car behind him lights flashing siren howling. He didnít care. He pushed the car to its top speed and picked out a grove of trees a bit ahead. As he left the road and hit the old tree at about seventy miles an hour, his last thought was, Now they will remember me.

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RUE- resist the urge to explain.

Wrylies, -ly adverbs, use sparingly.

He "slammed" the phone angrily... The anger is inherent in the action.

Look up filtering.

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He jammed into a phone booth and desperately made a call to Weight Watchers.
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Tim pompously slammed the controller down knowing he was smarter and more talented. He lived in his own small world.
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Tim slammed down the controller knowing that he knew the truth in his heart and his own small world would expand the more he shared, and the truth of what Tim knew spread and seeded talent in others.

I didn't read the story yet, but I don't think any of the characters should slam themselves into a tree. That's the mind and not the heart. Nobody in their right heart would think such things.

Thanks for sharing maybe I will read the beginning in a couple days.
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This outline of a story is based on experience working with kids. Young people have a strong sense of drama but a limited understanding of mortality. If you doubt that a kid would attack and kill others - look at the headlines, It is the violence in our world that we marinate in everyday. Young people have trouble separating fact from fiction. A broken mind at any age is the most dangerous weapon.

As to criticism - it is a good thing to make productive recommendations. It is good to read the piece before offering such feedback. I remember the Tom swift jokes from years ago - this was not that. Sarcasm is never helpful and diminishes the person using it more than the person receiving it.

but thanks or your input - I will give it the attention it deserves.
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I meant no insult when I was playing the game with nick. It was merely fun. But I think you see how pesky wrylies can be.

You got good shit to say. With a clean writing style and soul you'll go far
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You have to realize though that we are a bunch of bullshitters we like to have fun. Take the critiques to heart, but laugh at the bullshit. Cause it ain't gonna stop, and if you can't enjoy the bullshit then you ain't having fun. And that's what its all about. Trust me, the only negative comment on this site is no comment.
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Without preamble she busted him in the face toppling him from the stool where he was perched.

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OK OK - removing the rod from my ass. I can still dance its just slower
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I can still dance its just slower

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