Below is my second part of the book i am now writing, i am posting this just to show that i'm still working on this, and hopefully will start to work on it more. let me know what you think of it.
I know you're expecting to hear that X-men found me, and they wanted to do experiments on me, or a bolt of lightning struck me and gave me super powers, but let's be real now. Something much much greater then that happened.
Normally when someone gets kidnapped in the movies, a gray van pulls up, a bunch of masked guys with AK's jump out and chloroform them, or put a gun to their head, or something to that effect, well as I've tried to tell you, THIS ISN'T A MOVIE. For me, 3 Black 2011 Cadillac Sts's pulled up to the sidewalk directly in front of me, while 3 Sharply dressed Men in Black suits stepped out of each. There were no AK's or Chloroform napkins, no masks, and no sense of urgency. They did not surround me to intimidate me, or jump me, if they had there is a strong chance I would have snapped their necks. Instead they approached me in 3 lines, then one man, who looked no different from the other 8 guys stepped forward. In the calmest fashion he extended his hand and said “hello”. I shook his hand and waited to see what was going to happen next. The next words he uttered came as no surprise to me, as he told me that I was being taken by the government for questions pertinent to national security. In other words, “this is what I have to tell you so I can “legally” kidnap you and interrogate you.”
Now it would have been no problem for me to incapacitate those men and to quickly get away, but my life as of lately had gotten quite boring, and the things like beating up general Jackasses and stealing cars just wasn't cutting it for me anymore. I figured going with them could possibly get me into a whole new world of adrenaline pumping mayhem, and if didn't, then I would just leave, they couldn't stop me if their life depended on it, and most likely their lives would.
No handcuffs were offered nor forced, they simply walked back to their cars, and the man who spoke to me, opened the door for me. I with out hesitation ducked into the car and expected to hear some sort of instructions, or commands, but none came. The man who spoke to me, whose name I still do not know got in the passengers seat, and with out a word all the cars pulled from the side walk and started driving.
I expected a blindfold to be placed over my eyes, or possibly even a black bag, perhaps I'm the one who watches to many movies, because that never happened either. In fact, nothing happened, no one said a word, there were no high speed car chases, they just drove, in fact they drove so long I ended up falling asleep, which turned out was entirely part of their plan. However, when I woke up, I was in for quite a surprise.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Short story
Last year for school i had to write a story. We were given a list of titles we could choose for our story and base our story off from, and I'll let my story explain the rest.
Why I stay away from the woods
It's interesting that you'd ask such a question as to Why do I stay away from the woods? Why is that interesting, well I've got numerous reasons and even a few stories to help me explain myself. First off, I haven't always gone out of my way to stay out of the woods, that was when I was much younger and more naive though. Not only did I not try staying away from the woods, indeed I searched out to find entertainment within the treacherous wilderness which is referred to as “the woods”. This is not to say that all people in fact find discontent in the woods, it is just to explain why I avoid the woods at all costs.
It all started when I was about 9 years old on a hot summer day when I embarked on a hiking endeavor with my grandmother. She felt that the fresh air and a walk through the woods would be good for me. Since, this was not an uncommon thing and in fact we did frequently hike through the woods for entertainment, I held no objection. The path taken in this most life altering trip was as follows. We first went out the back door of her house, down her back yard, and past the small pumpkin patch which is beside the shed. We passed through the neighbors yard and tread on our first part of the woods on a stone path way. This was a rather minute part of the woods and we were soon back in a field which contained a large maze like patch of trees planted by hand. This was the last territory of safety before the false sense of security that some people are duped into finding in the woods passed us.
After we passed through this field, containing the tree houses and old car's my father use to play with when he was a child, we entered the woods. When you first begin your trek into them you cross a wooden bridge that is broken in many places. Luckily the stream beneath is relatively small. I had a bad feeling about that day because the normally lesser stream, was even dryer than normal. Continuing on our voyage which seemed to be headed towards never-never land, I was caught in the most fright that I have ever experienced. About a minute onto the trail, there was a small step, it was not anything to worry about, but you could possibly trip if you were paying no attention. As we came to it, I looked down, only to be confronted by the most bloodcurdling monster I have ever seen in my life. I could not speak, all I could do was try to flee from it. As my grandmother and I were holding hands, her instinct was to pull me back, assuming that I was falling and not running for my life. This sent me into an even more frenzied panic. My heart must have stopped at that point, because I don't remember what happened for the next five minutes, but what I do remember is me being back at the house, waiting for quite some time for my grandmother to catch up to me.
Once my grandmother managed to get back to her house, she insisted on having me explain in the best way a 9 year old can, why I ran so quickly. So, to my utter dismay, I described, the split tongued, rope bodied, slithering deadliness that people oh so frequently refer to as a snake. And that is why I stay away from the woods.
Why I stay away from the woods
It's interesting that you'd ask such a question as to Why do I stay away from the woods? Why is that interesting, well I've got numerous reasons and even a few stories to help me explain myself. First off, I haven't always gone out of my way to stay out of the woods, that was when I was much younger and more naive though. Not only did I not try staying away from the woods, indeed I searched out to find entertainment within the treacherous wilderness which is referred to as “the woods”. This is not to say that all people in fact find discontent in the woods, it is just to explain why I avoid the woods at all costs.
It all started when I was about 9 years old on a hot summer day when I embarked on a hiking endeavor with my grandmother. She felt that the fresh air and a walk through the woods would be good for me. Since, this was not an uncommon thing and in fact we did frequently hike through the woods for entertainment, I held no objection. The path taken in this most life altering trip was as follows. We first went out the back door of her house, down her back yard, and past the small pumpkin patch which is beside the shed. We passed through the neighbors yard and tread on our first part of the woods on a stone path way. This was a rather minute part of the woods and we were soon back in a field which contained a large maze like patch of trees planted by hand. This was the last territory of safety before the false sense of security that some people are duped into finding in the woods passed us.
After we passed through this field, containing the tree houses and old car's my father use to play with when he was a child, we entered the woods. When you first begin your trek into them you cross a wooden bridge that is broken in many places. Luckily the stream beneath is relatively small. I had a bad feeling about that day because the normally lesser stream, was even dryer than normal. Continuing on our voyage which seemed to be headed towards never-never land, I was caught in the most fright that I have ever experienced. About a minute onto the trail, there was a small step, it was not anything to worry about, but you could possibly trip if you were paying no attention. As we came to it, I looked down, only to be confronted by the most bloodcurdling monster I have ever seen in my life. I could not speak, all I could do was try to flee from it. As my grandmother and I were holding hands, her instinct was to pull me back, assuming that I was falling and not running for my life. This sent me into an even more frenzied panic. My heart must have stopped at that point, because I don't remember what happened for the next five minutes, but what I do remember is me being back at the house, waiting for quite some time for my grandmother to catch up to me.
Once my grandmother managed to get back to her house, she insisted on having me explain in the best way a 9 year old can, why I ran so quickly. So, to my utter dismay, I described, the split tongued, rope bodied, slithering deadliness that people oh so frequently refer to as a snake. And that is why I stay away from the woods.
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