I have a feeling these are going to become quite frequent. That is perfectly fine, as at least my blog will finally get some regular usage.
Scenario: Child’s Bedroom
Genre: M. Night Shyamalan (we made this up…)
Battleship Row
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Sunlight fractured through the small window overlooking the simple bed underneath.
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Airplane noises echoed off of the walls in his bedroom and toy soldiers and tanks were strewn about at random or some chaotic design.
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The P-51 Mustang whirled around in Charlie’s grasp as a Japanese Zero fled in his other hand.
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Toy battleships were aligned neatly in a row, with one or two askew or turned on their side here and there.
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Charlie moved his arms in large arcs, and brought the dogfight down below the hard deck with zooming sounds vibrating through his teeth.
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The Zero broke hard to the right as it slammed into the plastic battleship and left the Mustang with no choice but to pull up.
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More chaos exploded around Charlie as he flew over the harbor as torpedoes splashed into water and slammed into metal.
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Sirens blared faintly over the sound of his propeller as water and fire splashed in all directions below him.
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Charlie could feel the water drench his uniform and the heat from the fires was causing him to sweat.
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Outside his window, officials in white coats, blue uniforms and fire-retardant gear ran all over the lawn and in that instant his door sprung open revealing two of his captors dressed in white in the door frame.
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