tuscan1 wrote:
I’m stopping writing because i have a feeling no one’s interested
nooo please dont stop.....i havent been around for a few days i am going through very difficult times lately, but i do come back to read, i just dont talk too much dont want my negative thinking to spread....
--- "I’m sorry for all the things that never happened and everything we never had...“
While painting on of the planes, I quickly managed to sneak one of the cans of paint into our cell without anybody seeing me. i hid it under my spare coat, no one would look under there. I waited until supper, I went to my cell, saying i was not hungry. Getting ready, I called for a guard. As soon as he came into the cell I i punched him in the face. I quickly got into his uniform and walked out with the paint in a pocket. I then made the walk from the jail to the airfield.
I went to the gates and asked for the key for a plane. He gave me a key and told me which plane to use. I came to teh plane and started it up. From there i started to fly back to Russia. I had just came out of Germany, but i couldnt fly back to Russia in a German plane. Id be shot down. That was when i saw
“AND!what do you mean the fist live one” Jason stood up to confront the docter “well dont you know where you are, i thought you new” the doc backed off as Jason walked towards him " Look here you i want some ansawers now, Where am i what is this place and why am i here?" Jasons couldnt help getting angrey it was in his nature the teachers at school had him kept behind all the time because of his temperment.
The doc stumbbled back as Jason got closer “No wait!“the doc cryed " i’ll tell you, i’ll tell you” with that the door of the surgery flew open “Are you Jason toms!" a deep voice grould Jason turned, in the door way was a hazey white light flouting about four feet in the air in the center you could just make out a small mouth no eyes no legs and no arms “Well are you or arnt you Jason toms com’on i havent all day” “Thank goodness your here” the doc wimpered “yes this is him the one you want"
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Well done to all writers, im still reading - it’s great stuff.
ok im starting a new story based on murder, crime and revenge. the three main characters are James, ( the officer helping them), Nick ( the one who gets most of teh action) and Nicks brother Cary ( very short tempered, not so good at running a buisness).
Nick is introduced in chapter 1, James in chapter 2 and Cary in chapter 3. I will tell you that one of them dies. Anyway, heres chapter 1. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: making the pig squeal
Slam! Went the door as Nick burst through the bar doors. He could hear drunks talking about them killing other drunks and threatening each other. He walked up to the barkeeper, holding his gun in his jacket.
'wheres Rocky?` Nick asked.
` Huh? What you want, cola, beer or wine?`
` I want to talk to Rocky` He said, holding his gun to the barkeep’s chest
` Alright, Ill go get him. Hes very busy, so what shall I tell him?`
` Tell him Nick asked for him.`
The barkeep ran into the back of the room, and walked out with several guards behind him.
` Rocky couldn`t make it, but he did say something. He said goodnight!`
Nick took cover behind a table loading his gun while the guards shot at him. Hestood up and started shooting at them. 5 left...4...3....2...1.... bang! That was his security taken care of. Nick ran into the back room, Rocky standing there behind two big guards each carrying a baseball bat.
` Stay back Nick, or my guards will take you out!`
Nick just shot both the guards and walked up to Rocky
`Wheres the drug deal between Diaz and Finito.`
` Why should i tell you?`
Nick pointed his gun at Rocky’s neck.
` I didnt want to do this but-`
` ok, ok ill tell you! They meet at vice docks tonight at 4.
`Alright. Thanks for the info.
` Wait.... Nick.... why you need to go to the deal?
` Because I need some info there`
ok that was it post in comment section on wether i should continue story or quit here
`Ok james, there will be 4 other men and you at this deal.` You ready for this?` Asked sgt Lord
`As ready as I’ll ever be.` Replied James
`Alright, you find a place to hide and take picctures of teh evidence. Then Arrest them both. Got it?
`yes, sir.`
James and the other officers drove to vice docks, and hid behind some old crates.
Nick had hid himself so nobody could see him. Diaz’s gang had Already arrived.
`Ahh, where the hell are they?` Asked diaz
`Trust a finito to be late.` Said one of his bodyguards.
` You can say that again.`
A large red van then drove into the docks and stopped. Sean Finito stepped out with 3 bodyguards and held a black suitcase.
` Well, looks like your late again.`
`Ive been busy. The diablos were at us again.`
`Nevermind. Got the money?`
`Yeah... got the drugs?
` All here. One bag full of annabis and one bag full of crack.`
James started taking pictures of the evidence.
`So... What you gonna do about Cary?` Asked Sean
` Not sure... but if that bastard doesnt fork over the money soon he’ll wake up finding himself strapped to a chair that I’ll use for target practice.
Just then one of Diaz’s bodyguards spotted James.
`I’ts a trap! The cops are here!`
`Now!` shouted James
Nick got out and started shooting the bodyguards. James' men were killed but James was still alive. James shot Sean while Diaz got into the van and escaped.
`Who are you?` Asked James
` Im Nick. I came here to find out what they were goign to do to my brother.`
`Oh, You mean that Cary guy?`
`Yeah.`
` Is he part of a gang?`
`No. He borrowed money from Diaz to start his own buisness but the buisness didnt make him any money and he has no money to repay the debt.`
`Woah. I could get police to guard him.`
`No. I’m going to him right now.`
`Hey I’ll come too. Ill see what i can do for him.
`Fine. Come on then`
The light just hovered by the door, Jason could feel himself walking towards it but it was’nt him doing the walking, but it was hopless he couldnt do any thing about it
“WHAT THE!" Jasons lips didnt move “come with me your fathers waiting for you " the voice said, Jason had no way of knowing what was about to happen his feet lifted off the grownd and his body jurked.
When he awoke there were three people looking over him he could here them talking “is he ok” one asked “he’ll be fine” the other replied “jason! Jason! wake up” the voice sounded formilier it was his father “but he’s dead” he thought " i saw him jump from the bridge"
“Jason you ok come on son speak to me” Jason shacked his eyes awake “father what are you doing here” he said as he lifted hime self up from the bed, Jasons farther gave him a hand to get up “it’s ok son your in a safe place now” his farther pointed to the lighted object that brought Jason to him “thats an Akue they protect things round here there are friends and they guid us in to the next level” Jason looked at his father and then at the other two people stood there “who are they?" “that’s brady my assistent at the lab and thats john he’s goverment he dosnt trust everything here yet, but i do from what i’ve seen this is where we go when we pass on” “you meen dead, this is where we go when where dead i dont understand all this how can it be am i dead? i dont get it” Jasons face droped “no your not dead thats what i tryed to tell you, i found the way to come here without dieing through a object i found in Nirowbie in a small church they called it the Tukken they believed it lit the path to a better place well guess what it dose"
Nick knocked on the door.
`C..c.... come in. said Cary weakly.
Cary held a shotgun painting at Nick
`Cary.... look what Diaz has done to you. You look as if you havent slept or ate for days` said Nick
`I havent! Ive been sitting here with my shotgun for 5 days, not eating or sleeping or doing anything, just waiting for Diaz to come.`
`Ok. I have to go but if Diaz gets you, call me and ill take care of him.`
`Thanks.`
`No prob. I got some potato chips in my car, I’ll get you a couple of packs.
Nick came back carrying two packs of potato chips and a can of cola. He handed them to carry, which carry started scoffing down.
`Hehe, enjoy. See you later.
Nick and James went back to the car and drove back to Nicks house. James came round the next day, until Nick got a phone call.
`Nick`
`Yes?`
`Its me cary. Diaz got me and stuffed me in the back of his van. I managed to find a way to get out my phone and call you.`
`Ok. Where are they taking you?`
`The crematorium.`
`Damn, ok Cary I’ll be right there!`
Nick and James drove through the traffic and swerved into the car park. Diaz was already getting ready.
`Hehe, where should we scatter your ashes Cary, your not so successfull buisness?`
`Boss, Cary hated the mafia that used to roam around Orton center. Why dont we scatter his ashes at their old base? He hated it there.`
Nick burst through the door.
`Damn, its Nick! Start the machine!`
Diaz was shot but his guard still turned on the machine. The coffin was starting to go in.
`James, turn it off!`
James turned off the machine but part of the coffin had gone through
`No...no... my brother.....`
`Wait, only part of it was cremated. He could still be alive. Lets check it.
Listen to me, I am the crap eating flea! I grange atop the filthy fur of Firewolf’s strange and twisted mange. His brownies horde lies not far off, I eat it like a sweet brown treat.
** Listen to me, you itchy flea, none more shall pass my filthy ass! Starve you will, dead and still! **
I am not blot to what here grows and so three warnings I shall propose. Confined I am, for much too long, my task unfinished, you delay my final song. You loom about, your fur grows dry, you will be shed when Bobster’s wicked sneer floats by.
**I fear not him, nor his fatal-throne, now leave me be with my wife the crone.**
A tuft of fur turns pale and stale, this means one thing and so I sing! Bobster comes to me, I’m not alone, soon all shall see what is to be! Fear is what you will have most, I do not boast, you will be toast!
**Let him come, I am not dumb, I can play dead, all prone and spread. The wife can feel his strife, not me; I’ll lie about without a clout. The crone can bleed or she can plead, but none will grab my smelly drab.**
Oh, so I see, just little old me. You’re the maven of craven and will be devoured, your scheme I deem soured. You will scream and crap cream in a paste for my taste! The dump on your rump will be food for my brood. One last warning I give; luck and you’ll live, none and you’re done.
**No more of your bleeping suspense, I bear my own special defense. Now stop tweeting about, I don’t have any doubt. Oh no it is true! I had not but a clue, Bobster’s enters my view! What should I do? Okay I will poo, but for silence from you! Now I will play as if I am dead, and he will not stop to tread atop my fat head.**
Bobster my chum, just in time you have come, I’d like you to meet Firewolf the scum! I sit all alone atop his yum bum, as he plays to be dead, and wishes you spank his wife in his stead. Oh, look there my friend, on which I depend has left from his end! Now I shall feast upon what was released, and grow fat to the brim for I am far too slim!
Aaron McKay wrote:
I am writing a book that will be about 347 pages long I would post the first chapter on here but I dont want people stealing it because it isent copyrighted yet.
It is called The Cat and the Mouse.
To give you an idea what it is about think about Halloween/When a stranger calls kind of setting.
What’s to be feared here, is someone stealing your ideas and publishing them themselves. But that would take skills, which if they possessed, they wouldn’t need to steal anything. And if the books ideas can be summed from reading the first chapter, than the book wouldn’t be worthy of theft.
Mariomaniac wrote:
This is the prolouge to my new book, “lost in the light of darkness”
A bang crashes in the night, a horse rides out of the castle holding a yellow stone. The clacking sound of horse hooves ride behind him.
“Get back here you bloody rane!"
The rane rode for seconds untill his horse got shot in the leg, he falls down, hitting the ground and his leg was broken. The rane said 3 words and the yellow rock was gone.
“you devilish rane, ill see you in hell!"
“im not much worth to kill” said the Rane as a red stick went right through his heart, leaving no trace of the Rane, horse, or the murderer.
End of the prolouge.
THis is inspired by eragon just so you all know. its a good book to read. trust me.
AWESOME! I GOT ONE TOO
Twelve wrist-watches were forged amid the fires of Kordor. Seven were given to man, who value power above all. Three were given to Elves, the most fairest of beings. Two were given to Dwarves, who burrow deep into the depths. But little did they know, a thirteenth wrist-watch was made, one which controls all twelve others. This last wrist-watch was created with the malice of its creator, only evil it would bring.
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