Tuesday, June 1, 2004

The Mistake
all right people my new story comes out today! but before i begin i must say that i will now close my poll and announce that samurai won with ninja in second and everything else last.

My new story is called The Mistake(c). Hope you like it. Here it is:

The murder happened too quickly. He didn’t mean to do it. It was all a mistake. It was self-defense, but none of that mattered now. Everyone knew he hated the man. The only thing he could do now was run, run like he never ran before. He knew that all the evidence seemed to point to the fact that he was a murderer, even though it was self-defense.
He changed out of his bloody clothes into fresh ones. He then packed a few essential items, stuffed his wallet with as much money he could fit in it, and quickly hurried out of the apartment building. He checked his watch. It was about 9:00 a.m. This meant that he had about four hours before anyone would enter the apartment.
There was a problem with his thinking, though. It was just his luck that a few local boys entered the apartment looking for someone to prank. This was about 10:30. The boys rushed out of the apartment and ran to the police station to tell them what they saw.
This was especially bad for our friend, Heathrow Dran, because he did not know that the police would be after him so early. He did not know to run faster, to flee more quickly.
Heathrow had gone to the train station, and had taken the C train. He sat down in a secluded seat in the back of the car, so no one would remember they saw him there, in case the police asked. He fell asleep and when he woke up, the train was just entering a station. He looked out the window and saw that it was the one he needed, so he stepped out of the train.
Dran had not gone far when he saw a wanted picture for him in the Speed, a newspaper that printed a new issue every four hours. Next to the picture was written, “Wanted for the murder of Harry Dimsford.” When he saw this, his heart filled with terror. He looked frantically around to see if anyone noticed him. He began to perspire greatly, and then suddenly broke into a run. He ran out of the station and into a narrow street.
There he decided that he needed a new name and a new look. He rushed to the barbershop and got his hair cut. He no longer had the shoulder-length hair that he was so accustomed to. Instead he had short hair. He was sad that he had to cut off his beautiful dark brown hair, but he knew he had o if he even wanted a little chance of not being recognized.
Heathrow then ran to the tailor shop. He bought a pair of black jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather trench coat. He changed into his new clothes and tossed his old ones away. He now looked almost completely different.
The only thing that could give him away was his bushy eyebrows. After realizing this, he ran to a beauty salon and had his eyebrows done. They were no longer bushy but were now sleek. He then went into a shadowy street.
He waited for a couple of minutes at a bus stop until the bus came. He entered the double-decked bus and sat down in the back seat on the top level. He was the only one there so he began to think how all this had happened. He knew that it was all a mistake, but would anyone believe him? He began to remember little parts of his life. He began to feel nostalgic. His life was basically flashing before his eyes.

plz tell me how you like it. i will update soon.
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