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The sequel to my short story entry is being written. It will be posted in parts over the next few days. Here is part one.
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Dan2K1 strolled down the road. He whistled as he went, pleased at his recent success in Gameaday and Filmaday competitions. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he just wanted to walk.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. He began to stagger, and then began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
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RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man. There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words.
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
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Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only 1 way…”
_______________________________
Dan2K1 strolled down the road. He whistled as he went, pleased at his recent success in Gameaday and Filmaday competitions. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he just wanted to walk.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. He began to stagger, and then began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
________________________________
RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man. There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words.
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
____________________________
Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only 1 way…”
AAARRRGGGHHH!!! Sorry everyone, sorry!!
IGNORE THIS ONE!! THE OTHER HAS MORE REPLIES!!
Please delete this one Webmaster!!!
IGNORE THIS ONE!! THE OTHER HAS MORE REPLIES!!
Please delete this one Webmaster!!!
Ant. You've now done a double post...
The sequel to my short story entry is being written. It will be posted in parts over the next few days. Here is part one.
_______________________________
Dan2K1 strolled down the road. He whistled as he went, pleased at his recent success in Gameaday and Filmaday competitions. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he just wanted to walk.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. He began to stagger, and then began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
________________________________
RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man. There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words.
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
____________________________
Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only 1 way…”
_______________________________
Dan2K1 strolled down the road. He whistled as he went, pleased at his recent success in Gameaday and Filmaday competitions. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he just wanted to walk.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. He began to stagger, and then began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
________________________________
RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man. There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words.
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
____________________________
Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only 1 way…”