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9/2007

Chapter 2


I tried to locate the voice, I asked "who is this?!"

"who are you talking to, son?" asked the black cop

"what didn't you hear that?"

"hear what?"

"nevermind, probably just shock..."

"do you have any relatives, son?"

"sure I my grandma live downtown" I lied

"can you get there on your own or you need a lift?"

"I'll walk..."

"ok than get going now, son"

I went downtown, when suddenly that same mysterious voice saying "good thinking there, boy, but where will you go?"

I went down an alley, and shouted "SHOW YOURSELF!!!"

suddenly I fell asleep, i guess, eveything wen black, suddenly 5 beams of strong white light apeared out of no where, they form togheter into a shape of a young woman in he 20's, "I am what you mortals call destiny, I control the present, the past, and the future"

I thought to myself, ok this is out of control, it's a dream, it must be!

"you are not dreaming, you passed out, i ped a brick on your head, your in the hospital, your ok, for now"

"what do you want from me?! why me!? why my family?! why now?!"

"I shall answer your answer when the time shall come, now I'm going to wake you and you'll need to go back to your home"

"but it's gone!!!"

"Trust me!"

I don't know why but I trusted her, I woke up in the hospital with 1000$ in my wallet, I guess it was a motivation...

 

To be continued

נכתב על ידי , 27/9/2007 16:04  
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פוסט ראשון


שלום,

אני כותב, סיפורים, שירים, ולעתים רחוקות אפילו שיעורי בית...

אבל פה רק סיפורים

אני מצטער מראש על האנגלית

זאת השפה שהכי נוחה לי

לא אני לא אנגלי


The End

Chapter 1

"The Begining"

 

Hello there, my name is joe, just joe, maybe if I will be able to trust you more, I'll add something.

I might persume that the title is a bit new for you, I bet you think "hey, who begins a story with 'The End'?",

well, WRONG!

My story is more then interesting, but enough talking, I don't wanna spoil.

 

It all started in a magical realm, like in fairy tail, only it's called weed, well me and my buds just sat at the high school basketball court after school, and smoked us some weed, I don't know what the hell happened, but suddenly both my buds simpley ran away in complete terror! I believe is the side-affect of weed, so I went home,

and I was walking down the street, when I suddenly notice sirans, I ran towards my home to check what happened.

when I got there, I simpley fell down my knees, and let out the loudest scream I could ever do.

My house, my family, simpley gone to thin air, litterly, all that was left was the sewer pipe and the ground which the house was built on.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a rather low voice said, "You better leave the area, son", I turned around and saw a black cop, I said "I guess i should", I stud up, looked to the sky as if trying to pray, when i suddely hear a high yet soft female voice saying "there's no use praying, boy, it's hopless, your world as you know it, is hopless"

 

To be continued...

נכתב על ידי , 27/9/2007 04:32  
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