30 April 2012
Got bored and started writing, would be good if I had a story to fit around it.
Jack walked over the rain-splattered cobbles of the road. He had had a hard day at work and the sunlight had already been usurped by the dim streetlamps flicking shadows onto the path ahead. He was flustered after a hard days work, and he couldn't wait to get home. He thought he would try a shortcut through a barely lit side path. It wasn't ideal but he was cold and he just wanted to get home. He started on the badly cobbled alley with apprehension, but shook it off and continued. Something flicked out in front of him and suddenly long, slender hands were dragging him sideways like he was merely a sack of corn. He slumped against the corner, sweating breaking out in a frenzied panic. His eyes fought to make out the shapes before him in the dim light of the room. He made out a tall figure with a long coat. Half of it's face was masked so it seemed it was perpetually shadowed. "Wh-where am I? Who are you?" Jack blurted out. Jack started hyperventilating in the dank corner where he sat. The floorboards creaked as he drew into himself. The masked man spoke again. "I am going to offer you a choice." A menacing undertone crept into his calm voice. "I can offer you a quick and easy death, right here, right now. On the other hand, I can also grant you a little longer to live, but your death will be slow and long and you will beg for an easy death." Jack opened his mouth to say something, but he was left gaping. "So Jack? Which will it be?"
Another (kind of) story • Opuss № I