What do you think of my Tokio Hotel fan fiction? [PLEASE COMMENT]?!
Question: What do you think of my Tokio Hotel fan fiction!? [PLEASE COMMENT]!?
The world, the universe was one big blur, everything was deformed and displaced!.
A crystal clear droplet smeared down Bills high cheek bones!. An uncomfortable vibe shifted through the empty hotel room, Bill was alone, with no one, no one at all!. The once noisy hotel room always had a mix of trashy rap music and thrash metal as Bill and Tom's radios competed against one another, but this was no more!. The reality had not struck him yet, his brother, his best friend, was gone, gone forever!. Bills tongue slowly escaped from his mouth and surfaced on the corner of his soft check, getting a taste of the bitterly salty tears!.
He choked back the tears as Georg and Gustav entered the room, he clutched the TV remote with a firm grip and switched it on!. The news was on; it was on every channel, every station, and every show!. Gustav browsed through all the main news channels, the vast majority read:
<i>Tokio hotel member killed in aggressive fire</i>
Bill grasped the soft silky pillow that lay next to him, and then pressed it against his chest, causing it to mould to him!. His anime-type eyes instantly filled up with transparent liquid and trickled down to his pointy chin and departed towards the elegant material which covered the pillow below!.
Gustav slowly placed himself in front of the flat-screen television and glanced at the news anchor on screen whilst shook his head in disagreement!. Georg sluggishly approached Bill and assembled himself next to his fellow band member!. He rested his hand on Bills scrawny knee, Bill peered from behind the pillow and positioned it next to him; he then clenched Georg and firmly squeezed him as Bills eyeliner melted down the side of his face!. The black mucky stream dripped onto Georg’s sweatshirt, leaving a puddle of depression!. Gustav tried his very best to bury his emotions under his manly style but that did him no good!. Gustav sniveled and wiped away his tears on his forearm!.
Bill took Georg’s hand and anchored him down the narrow hallway towards Tom’s room!. Gustav picked himself up off the cold wooden floorboards and followed behind them!. As they got within a stones throw, Tom’s expensive cologne lingered in the corridor, whilst their sight got darker and darker!. Bill guided himself and the others to the dark closing!. They were covering little area, yet it took so long to reach the bedroom!. A second felt like a minute, a minute felt like an hour!.
Its still not finished, bu what do you think!?
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A crystal clear droplet smeared down Bills high cheek bones!. An uncomfortable vibe shifted through the empty hotel room, Bill was alone, with no one, no one at all!. The once noisy hotel room always had a mix of trashy rap music and thrash metal as Bill and Tom's radios competed against one another, but this was no more!. The reality had not struck him yet, his brother, his best friend, was gone, gone forever!. Bills tongue slowly escaped from his mouth and surfaced on the corner of his soft check, getting a taste of the bitterly salty tears!.
He choked back the tears as Georg and Gustav entered the room, he clutched the TV remote with a firm grip and switched it on!. The news was on; it was on every channel, every station, and every show!. Gustav browsed through all the main news channels, the vast majority read:
<i>Tokio hotel member killed in aggressive fire</i>
Bill grasped the soft silky pillow that lay next to him, and then pressed it against his chest, causing it to mould to him!. His anime-type eyes instantly filled up with transparent liquid and trickled down to his pointy chin and departed towards the elegant material which covered the pillow below!.
Gustav slowly placed himself in front of the flat-screen television and glanced at the news anchor on screen whilst shook his head in disagreement!. Georg sluggishly approached Bill and assembled himself next to his fellow band member!. He rested his hand on Bills scrawny knee, Bill peered from behind the pillow and positioned it next to him; he then clenched Georg and firmly squeezed him as Bills eyeliner melted down the side of his face!. The black mucky stream dripped onto Georg’s sweatshirt, leaving a puddle of depression!. Gustav tried his very best to bury his emotions under his manly style but that did him no good!. Gustav sniveled and wiped away his tears on his forearm!.
Bill took Georg’s hand and anchored him down the narrow hallway towards Tom’s room!. Gustav picked himself up off the cold wooden floorboards and followed behind them!. As they got within a stones throw, Tom’s expensive cologne lingered in the corridor, whilst their sight got darker and darker!. Bill guided himself and the others to the dark closing!. They were covering little area, yet it took so long to reach the bedroom!. A second felt like a minute, a minute felt like an hour!.
Its still not finished, bu what do you think!?
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WOW!!! im not a fan of tokio hotel but hey you could be an author of a great fiction book!. Id buy your book!. Great description!!!!!!
Please post more if you have any I will definitely read! (if i see it)
good job
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Please post more if you have any I will definitely read! (if i see it)
good job
I like writing to but i never finish my storiesWww@Enter-QA@Com
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OMG! thats rlly good!Www@Enter-QA@Com
its good i like itWww@Enter-QA@Com