iWrite

In addition to being a gamer, I'd consider myself a "budding wordsmith". The excerpt below is a little old, but I like it. <_< Comments are welcome.

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In a haze of blue, white, yellow, and vermillion her green eyes peered from behind black lashes -- her steady breathing seemed to blend perfectly with the harmonious silence of the veritably colored flowers. The hundreds of green stems and petals reached with youthful enthusiasm towards the sun, while encompassed by an expansive field and rolling hills. Because it was devoid of trees, bushes, or other obtrusive placements, the area could have represented a utopist getaway -- unparalleled peace, serenity.

The young woman moved her delicate frame into an upright position and scoffed. As gravity caused thin, darkened follicles to wisp across her face, she began to sneer at what she thought to be an illusion -- a man made artifice created to calm her, soother her...make her an easy target. The tight, torn white shirt she'd worn in all the other tests felt damp against her flesh, and although she was no longer sweating, her body began to warm in anticipation.

"Mr. Idol, she has awakened."

"Very good," his voice was low but firm, "Send them in."

Because she stood atop a hill, her vision of the surrounding area extended quite far, yet she couldn't tell where they were coming from -- the low, insidious growls of whatever she would have to kill next. Yet after only a few seconds, the glazed, vindictive eyes of her adversaries appeared several feet northeast of her position. As they began to make their way atop the hill, the conglomerate of differently colored flora began to decay in heed of the dogs...wolves...creatures that made their way towards the target. The corners of their mouths expelled an oozing, acidic black liquid that also seeped through the crevices between their lower jaws. The creatures' skin was now a muted, reddened desiccation of scars, sores, and exposed flesh from past experiences.

The woman waited sorrowfully and in seconds, they were upon her – enraptured in a struggle for life and beseeching for death.