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Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Ashley enters from her steaming bathroom, towel wrapped over her head, naked and somewhat refreshed from her shower.
As I walked back home, I pondered on what 'Ash' had meant. I supposed that anyone else would have dismissed him as a weirdo, but he just seemed so similar to me. Necromancers.
As we were walking along the pier. I saw him there. Robbie. He was standing there, next to the Scoop. I stopped walking, and stared. "Red. What's up babe?" Kay asked, looking in my direction.
He looked a lot less dead than I thought he would. He was almost peaceful; well as peaceful as you can be when you’ve been thrown down a flight of stairs so hard your cranium had exploded like a...
After tea break I went back up to the man, and I asked him why it was an unusual book.
I couldn't believe it. The lounge was a wreck. But right at the centre, Kay. She was tied to a chair with ropes and chains, she was gagged with a dirty cloth.
They gagged me and took me to a strange room, with metal tables and tools, like knives and blades and an axe ......... Terrified I tried to scream but the gag blocked my sound.
Lunch time ... As Marina talked with Johnny, she seemed to forget all her troubles. He was amazing, and made her forget all about the other boy. She couldn't even remember his name.
I bowed my head towards my piping hot coffee and trough the blanket of steam that rose from the mug I could see my own reflection staring back at me.
PART 9 “Stewart, sit down before they see you!” Mrs. T tugged on his jacket. The policeman handed the dirty cloth over to the military man and placed the police drivers hat squarely on his head. Mrs.
When I woke, I found myself tied to a chair in a very brightly lit room. A dark figure emerged from the darkness. It was Robbie. "Ah, Red, yes, little Red skating poof." He said cunningly.
Tapping my fingers to the rhythm of the clock I sat there waiting, cuffed, held against my will to this chair for what seemed to be hours now.
The man took me by the arm and grabbed the other 3 with his other arm, why was I singled out.
I will post this story in parts, each part has around 500 words. Look out for the next part on Monday!y I live in Andantis, you won't have heard of it, unless you live here.
"thank god I was starting to worry. Where are you?" said the voice over the phone. Jace.
It was obvious that two of them were not supposed to meet. He had been locked in a room in the east wing. Quite a distance from her room, in the west.
Bulldogs, seriously bulldogs. God these people must be serious. I am running as fast as I can but there right at my heels. Suddenly I am sprawled on the floor and lifted by the two boys about my age.
The man took me by the arm and grabbed the other 3 with his other arm, why was I singled out.
Lydia gasped as a man stepped into her room. His short brown hair was spike in the front, making him seem younger than he probably was.
Her eyes flicked open and she glanced at the digital clock that sat on her bedside table. It read 10:15am. Good thing it's sunday, she thought.
*Ok. Had one person comment on it so I will try and write the first part. It may take a while.* The girl slowly started to open her eyes.
PART 8 Stewart could hear the muffled voices of the police outside and wondered how he would explain his story. After all, the Art Director and the attacker needed a motive.
Slowly, the girl awoke. She was vaguely aware of a dull throbbing pain in the back of her head. She tried to look around the room she was enclosed in.
Chapter two -Thomas- I was in my room just listening to music, thinking about Mary.