Thursday, 5 January 2012
'Ha! I have the folder!' Yelled Eric, snatching the open green folder from the desk where the other man sat.
He lifted his head to face Eric. 'I will make you into shoes.'
Eric held the folder close to his chest.
'Give it to me.'
'Never.'
'If people see what's in there, you know what will happen to me... to all of us.'
Eric held the folder closer to him, almost squeezing the pages out of it.
'You messed with... With their souls! It's wrong! I don't know why- I don't care. I just want it to stop.'
The other man behind the desk frowned at Eric, and without another word, reached into a drawer and pulled out...
R.
He lifted his head to face Eric. 'I will make you into shoes.'
Eric held the folder close to his chest.
'Give it to me.'
'Never.'
'If people see what's in there, you know what will happen to me... to all of us.'
Eric held the folder closer to him, almost squeezing the pages out of it.
'You messed with... With their souls! It's wrong! I don't know why- I don't care. I just want it to stop.'
The other man behind the desk frowned at Eric, and without another word, reached into a drawer and pulled out...
R.
"Wow! Look at this!" Miss Sharples grinned, "intensive creative writing!"
"Well I have been doing it for a few years," Ross said, before once again smashing his fingers down against the keyboard. It was actually quite distracting.
Everyone else was writing ratrher attentively, only stopping from time to time to scribble out mistakes, glance nervously at one anothers word count, or sing 'Granger Danger' in their heads.
Daisy seemed to have finished. She sat motionless and twiddling her thumbs.
"Why've you written my name?" Daisy asked, followed by a declaration of her complete work, which unfortunately does not leave enough time in this story for the imminant arrival of the spaceshipsd which are, obviously, at this moment, working there way towards St. Mary's College, whereby the 6 students will take up arms against the foe, sacraficing the teacher for the greatest good and protection of the planet.
"Well I have been doing it for a few years," Ross said, before once again smashing his fingers down against the keyboard. It was actually quite distracting.
Everyone else was writing ratrher attentively, only stopping from time to time to scribble out mistakes, glance nervously at one anothers word count, or sing 'Granger Danger' in their heads.
Daisy seemed to have finished. She sat motionless and twiddling her thumbs.
"Why've you written my name?" Daisy asked, followed by a declaration of her complete work, which unfortunately does not leave enough time in this story for the imminant arrival of the spaceshipsd which are, obviously, at this moment, working there way towards St. Mary's College, whereby the 6 students will take up arms against the foe, sacraficing the teacher for the greatest good and protection of the planet.
Jess urged me into the classroom and I froze. A blond haired girl was hunched in the corner of the room,she was shuddering as she sobbed and her mascara had stained her pale cheeks.
"when you said breakdown...." i trailed off uncertainly
"well i didn't mean a breakdown as in a rap did i ? " Jess snapped.
I sighed heavily and hesitently crepped closer to the girl, she was glaring at me with wide dark eyes. I crouched down next to her.
"what things are worrying you?" I murmered gently. It was then that she began to wail
"All things!" she screamed.
"when you said breakdown...." i trailed off uncertainly
"well i didn't mean a breakdown as in a rap did i ? " Jess snapped.
I sighed heavily and hesitently crepped closer to the girl, she was glaring at me with wide dark eyes. I crouched down next to her.
"what things are worrying you?" I murmered gently. It was then that she began to wail
"All things!" she screamed.
"Well... You're not posh," the man said in the shadowed auditorium, his cigar smoke rose and hit the stage light. The woman, the one to the right, looked bashful, she had an "English Rose" look about her,
"What other songs do you sing?" the man then asked, the woman gulped loudly and replied with,
"What do you want me to sing?"
The man smiled. This wasn't her first audition.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, lose the accent and give me emotion, alright?" he snapped, the woman's large blue eyes squeezed tight before she opened her mouth and sang out the opening lines of the song.
You could have heard a pin drop.
"What other songs do you sing?" the man then asked, the woman gulped loudly and replied with,
"What do you want me to sing?"
The man smiled. This wasn't her first audition.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, lose the accent and give me emotion, alright?" he snapped, the woman's large blue eyes squeezed tight before she opened her mouth and sang out the opening lines of the song.
You could have heard a pin drop.
chapter one.
0ur setting is in the wild west, and about a man who is feared by so many including the law.
In a small town, there came on a black horse, a man, a man that had such a reputation towards how skilled he was when it came to murdering and tracking down people, he could literally hunt them like a dog.
the man, who was named Infamous then climbed off his horse, who was known as Black. he then tethered him up. he then entered the pub, throwing open the shutters. his presence then resulted in complete silence; everyone stared, his instincts told him to not lower his guird. he clenched on to his gun he walked to the bar woman and orders 7 shots of whisky. As he drank, his sencis then told him that the was an armed man with a knife slowly advencing opon him from behind. "sit down you do not know me, and what i can do" he knew that he was not lisening. Infamous that gave a lone sigh. Then using the speed of what only a nija could acheve. Infamous leped from his chair, and used the man own knife agenced him and then sliced though him.
to be continuied
writen by l.d.s.b.folame
"James broke my radiator."
"What? How'd he manage that?"
"By being fat, I dunno... All I heard was this loud bang, followed by, "Oh, shit, sorry dude."" Josh, saying this in his usual snark-tinged drawl, gave a shrug of resignation as if he wasn't quite sure how James had succeeded in breaking his central heating.
"That's New Year's Eve for you," I chuckled in response, shaking my head. Far-fetched as Josh's little tale was, I found it somehow believeable - in that only James could pull off something like it. "Me, I was out on the town. Six in the morning when I finally got in."
"And you got wasted off... what, exactly?" came Josh's reply. The way he subtly cocked an eyebrow in incredulity didn't escape my notice. Was it so hard to believe that I of all people had enough social skill to have gone out on New Year's Eve?
"Wasted's a rather strong word," I sighed. "As much as I'd have loved to be thoroughly off my face the whole night, I was sobering up by the time I got home. Kopparberg, mostly, but the stuff gets a bit sickly after about three bottles..."
"What? How'd he manage that?"
"By being fat, I dunno... All I heard was this loud bang, followed by, "Oh, shit, sorry dude."" Josh, saying this in his usual snark-tinged drawl, gave a shrug of resignation as if he wasn't quite sure how James had succeeded in breaking his central heating.
"That's New Year's Eve for you," I chuckled in response, shaking my head. Far-fetched as Josh's little tale was, I found it somehow believeable - in that only James could pull off something like it. "Me, I was out on the town. Six in the morning when I finally got in."
"And you got wasted off... what, exactly?" came Josh's reply. The way he subtly cocked an eyebrow in incredulity didn't escape my notice. Was it so hard to believe that I of all people had enough social skill to have gone out on New Year's Eve?
"Wasted's a rather strong word," I sighed. "As much as I'd have loved to be thoroughly off my face the whole night, I was sobering up by the time I got home. Kopparberg, mostly, but the stuff gets a bit sickly after about three bottles..."
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