SO UH FALSE ALARM NO HARD FEELINGS :)
AND IT ISN'T STREP THROAT, ITS A RESPITORY VIRUS
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Chapter 3: On the Run
THIS TOOK FOREVER TO GET PUBLISHED!!!!!!!!!!
WE'LL TRY BETTER NEXT TIME
My hands were shaking. I put the gun in the only hoodie I had, and looked inside White Castle. Elizabeth was sitting there at a counter looking anxious and tapping her fingers on the table. I walked in with a bloody lip and she looked a bit more relieved. But at her state she now looked like she was under cardiac arrest. I sat down next to her and I said, “WE need to make a move on. Someone probably called the police and I bet ‘The Creeps’” (that’s what we call them) “already are looking everywhere.” She gave a shaken nod and said, “I n-never th-thought th-that I w-would ever l-leave.” She was crying now, and people were looking over their cell phones, burgers, chicken, and crying children. We needed to get out of there.
Just our luck, three men with machine guns swooped in the window. The first one showed a picture of me to a frightened woman and said, “Have you seen this boy?” He cracked his head and that intimidated her. She pointed a shaky finger at the fourteen-year old holding a gun to the closest civilian. Yes, that was me and I’m not proud to say it.
He said to me, “Clark, you know we don’t care about her. WE care about our little secret.” I knew it was Dick now. I replied, “They do. Dick.” It was a short phrase. It could mean anything. But the way I said it ignited a spark of fear in their eyes.
Just as I thought, someone had called the police and they were pulling up right now. While Dick and his two “henchmen” weren’t looking I grabbed Elizabeth. As fast as a lightning bolt we stood on the table, and jumped at the window. Dick and his henchmen were already taking pot shots at us. I was also. I only got dick on his shoulder and it didn’t look bad because I didn’t her any “Dickie” screams.
Elizabeth and I crashed through the window, ran at the closest fat police office and stole his gun. (yes it was that easy!)
We quickly rounded the corner with two cops on our tails. I was thinking. What if we stopped? Would they understand? Would they trust us? We don’t even know where the warehouse is… We don’t even know what city we’re in! I looked at the closest sign and we were close to my parents friends house! He even works for the FBI he might help us… I looked at Elizabeth who was barely keeping up in this ally. There was scaffolding so I started shooting at it. Some wood fell down and luckily hit cop number two on his foot. He howled and his comrade stopped to help him.
I led her to my friend’s townhouse house. We franticly knocked on the door and a teenager that looked a few years older than Elizabeth and I. She said to us in a strong English accent, “Hello, what may I do for you?”
I replied, “I would like to talk to Mr. Griggs.”
She looked at us and said, “I’ll see if he’s taking in visitors.”
I told her to tell her to tell Jonathan Griggs, Alex was here. In a few minutes a familiar face came trough the doorway, with an iPhone in his hand. He said, “Yes, sir. I will try” He hung up and gave me a small friendly hug. He said to me, “I c-cant b-believe it!!” He hugged me again and said, “And who is this young woman?” She replied blushing, “Elizabeth. You can call me Liz.” They shook hands and we all walked in. I heard a moaning coming from the ground. I asked John what it was but he said it was nothing but a broken pipe. I was fine with my response, but I knew something was fishy...
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
WE'LL TRY BETTER NEXT TIME
My hands were shaking. I put the gun in the only hoodie I had, and looked inside White Castle. Elizabeth was sitting there at a counter looking anxious and tapping her fingers on the table. I walked in with a bloody lip and she looked a bit more relieved. But at her state she now looked like she was under cardiac arrest. I sat down next to her and I said, “WE need to make a move on. Someone probably called the police and I bet ‘The Creeps’” (that’s what we call them) “already are looking everywhere.” She gave a shaken nod and said, “I n-never th-thought th-that I w-would ever l-leave.” She was crying now, and people were looking over their cell phones, burgers, chicken, and crying children. We needed to get out of there.
Just our luck, three men with machine guns swooped in the window. The first one showed a picture of me to a frightened woman and said, “Have you seen this boy?” He cracked his head and that intimidated her. She pointed a shaky finger at the fourteen-year old holding a gun to the closest civilian. Yes, that was me and I’m not proud to say it.
He said to me, “Clark, you know we don’t care about her. WE care about our little secret.” I knew it was Dick now. I replied, “They do. Dick.” It was a short phrase. It could mean anything. But the way I said it ignited a spark of fear in their eyes.
Just as I thought, someone had called the police and they were pulling up right now. While Dick and his two “henchmen” weren’t looking I grabbed Elizabeth. As fast as a lightning bolt we stood on the table, and jumped at the window. Dick and his henchmen were already taking pot shots at us. I was also. I only got dick on his shoulder and it didn’t look bad because I didn’t her any “Dickie” screams.
Elizabeth and I crashed through the window, ran at the closest fat police office and stole his gun. (yes it was that easy!)
We quickly rounded the corner with two cops on our tails. I was thinking. What if we stopped? Would they understand? Would they trust us? We don’t even know where the warehouse is… We don’t even know what city we’re in! I looked at the closest sign and we were close to my parents friends house! He even works for the FBI he might help us… I looked at Elizabeth who was barely keeping up in this ally. There was scaffolding so I started shooting at it. Some wood fell down and luckily hit cop number two on his foot. He howled and his comrade stopped to help him.
I led her to my friend’s townhouse house. We franticly knocked on the door and a teenager that looked a few years older than Elizabeth and I. She said to us in a strong English accent, “Hello, what may I do for you?”
I replied, “I would like to talk to Mr. Griggs.”
She looked at us and said, “I’ll see if he’s taking in visitors.”
I told her to tell her to tell Jonathan Griggs, Alex was here. In a few minutes a familiar face came trough the doorway, with an iPhone in his hand. He said, “Yes, sir. I will try” He hung up and gave me a small friendly hug. He said to me, “I c-cant b-believe it!!” He hugged me again and said, “And who is this young woman?” She replied blushing, “Elizabeth. You can call me Liz.” They shook hands and we all walked in. I heard a moaning coming from the ground. I asked John what it was but he said it was nothing but a broken pipe. I was fine with my response, but I knew something was fishy...
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Friday, February 13, 2009
I would like to say....
I would like to say that the third chapter is waaaaaayyy longer than all the other chapters so put on ur reading glasses (if you have them)!! B-D
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Message from the book editor
In the editing departmet we try very hard to get new chapters to you as soon as possible. Right now we are currently working on the third chapter; On the Run.
Cityboy, editor of Running
Cityboy, editor of Running
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Chapter 2: Escape
We pulled in to a parking lot in front of the bank. We (Elizabeth and I) went in first and started acting liked we loved each other. But, I whispered in her ear “When he sneaks the gun up I'm going to grab it and you’re going to run. If I get out alive meet me at that White Castle across the street two blocks left. Okay?” She nodded.
Soon we were at the front. Our “renter was creeping up and we were (FAKE) leaning on the desk and kissing.
(I COULDN’T BELIEVE THIS PLACE! THERE WAS NO PULLET PROOF GLASS!)
When he pulled up a gun I grabbed it, twisted his arm, landed a punch on his stomach and kneed his groin. HE doubled over in pain. Finally, I shot him in the shin saying, “Take that you bastered. And tell “Dick” the next chance I get he wont be as lucky…” The people in the bank weren’t sure whether they should cheer or run. I ran, but I knew back up was coming. Three men in black clothing were coming but I shot number one with my gun right to his knee, the second I aimed at his chest but missed and hit his head. The third I ran him, and landed a roundhouse kick on his groin. Then I shot his foot at point blank.
Then I ran to White Castle were the princess awaits… get it?
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Soon we were at the front. Our “renter was creeping up and we were (FAKE) leaning on the desk and kissing.
(I COULDN’T BELIEVE THIS PLACE! THERE WAS NO PULLET PROOF GLASS!)
When he pulled up a gun I grabbed it, twisted his arm, landed a punch on his stomach and kneed his groin. HE doubled over in pain. Finally, I shot him in the shin saying, “Take that you bastered. And tell “Dick” the next chance I get he wont be as lucky…” The people in the bank weren’t sure whether they should cheer or run. I ran, but I knew back up was coming. Three men in black clothing were coming but I shot number one with my gun right to his knee, the second I aimed at his chest but missed and hit his head. The third I ran him, and landed a roundhouse kick on his groin. Then I shot his foot at point blank.
Then I ran to White Castle were the princess awaits… get it?
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Chapter 1: The Thesis of my life (for now)
NOW
I was in the bunk room. There were 50 kids sleeping in this room. It wasn’t that big either. Every once in a while the older kids would commit suicide. They hated this damned job. And so do I. a few weeks ago hey banned sheets from the “steel cold slabs” they called beds, because too many people hung their selves with their sheets. You would think this was pretty mature for some seventeen-year olds to be hanging themselves but that’s not the start of it.
I had just gotten to sleep when the lights turned on and “Dick” the person who herds us and controls us said, “Alex, you got a job.” I waved to my brother and followed “Dick” out the door. He brought me to a desk where a girl was to be sitting next to me. She whispered her name was Elizabeth. Then a man mid-size sat across from us and showed us a plan. It was interesting… (Did I mention Elizabeth was HOT) we had to be doing a transaction at a bank but we get lovey (ACTING!) and start kissing and distract people in the bank while the man slowly comes up and holds the gun to the teller. We freak out and get on the floor.
Driving there I looked out the window. How could I be so changed in four years? Just four years ago I was in a warm hut nestled by the fireplace but someone threw me out in the cold to die. But I wouldn’t I must be strong. I must get out of this goddamned life.
A plan was formulating in my mind. Something that might let me and maybe Elizabeth escape. We might be on the run but at least I wont have to steal money from innocent people. Well, talking about banks these days… but that’s not the point. (Not all the places I rob are banks.) But that’s STILL not the point.
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
I was in the bunk room. There were 50 kids sleeping in this room. It wasn’t that big either. Every once in a while the older kids would commit suicide. They hated this damned job. And so do I. a few weeks ago hey banned sheets from the “steel cold slabs” they called beds, because too many people hung their selves with their sheets. You would think this was pretty mature for some seventeen-year olds to be hanging themselves but that’s not the start of it.
I had just gotten to sleep when the lights turned on and “Dick” the person who herds us and controls us said, “Alex, you got a job.” I waved to my brother and followed “Dick” out the door. He brought me to a desk where a girl was to be sitting next to me. She whispered her name was Elizabeth. Then a man mid-size sat across from us and showed us a plan. It was interesting… (Did I mention Elizabeth was HOT) we had to be doing a transaction at a bank but we get lovey (ACTING!) and start kissing and distract people in the bank while the man slowly comes up and holds the gun to the teller. We freak out and get on the floor.
Driving there I looked out the window. How could I be so changed in four years? Just four years ago I was in a warm hut nestled by the fireplace but someone threw me out in the cold to die. But I wouldn’t I must be strong. I must get out of this goddamned life.
A plan was formulating in my mind. Something that might let me and maybe Elizabeth escape. We might be on the run but at least I wont have to steal money from innocent people. Well, talking about banks these days… but that’s not the point. (Not all the places I rob are banks.) But that’s STILL not the point.
Keep Readin'!
Cellis
Prologue:
4 years ago:
I was ten. My mom had just left my room after tucking me in saying, “have a nice night Alex”. I had my eyes open thinking about the math test I was having tomorrow. I looked at my younger brother, William. He was nine. He had been asleep for a few decades it seemed. I sighed and rolled over. I heard a loud bang and my mom cry, “don’t take them please, please!!!” I heard scrambling and then a man said to my father “put the gun down Mr. Clark and we promise we won’t hurt your wife and you. We just want children. And if you want…you can see them. That is if they behave. Or we’ll have to go to extreme measures. Comprend?” I was terrified. They came in and grabbed us and took us away. In have never seen my parents after that.
They took us to a big warehouse. In that warehouse they keep children and rent them to criminals to help steal money.
I was ten. My mom had just left my room after tucking me in saying, “have a nice night Alex”. I had my eyes open thinking about the math test I was having tomorrow. I looked at my younger brother, William. He was nine. He had been asleep for a few decades it seemed. I sighed and rolled over. I heard a loud bang and my mom cry, “don’t take them please, please!!!” I heard scrambling and then a man said to my father “put the gun down Mr. Clark and we promise we won’t hurt your wife and you. We just want children. And if you want…you can see them. That is if they behave. Or we’ll have to go to extreme measures. Comprend?” I was terrified. They came in and grabbed us and took us away. In have never seen my parents after that.
They took us to a big warehouse. In that warehouse they keep children and rent them to criminals to help steal money.
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