5 writers. 1 story. The first writer starts. And stops abruptly. That's where the second writer picks up and continues the story. And then stops abruptly. The third continues. So on and so forth. You get the picture, right? To make better sense of this blog please read from the bottom of the page, upward. Thank you.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Chapter 9

Immediately an expletive escaped his lips ... who the fuck was this guy lying there senseless ? He was expecting a girl ... the same loony he had been shadowing the last 7 days.She had gone in alone and he had not noticed anyone else come in. Its not that beating the shit out of someone for no reason bothered him...he had lost count of the number of times that he had done that in his illustrious career in the underworld. But a more immediate problem presented itself – where was the girl ?


Its not that he was bothered about her welfare – he had been sent to ensure that she did not cause any more trouble than she already had done. This empty mansion was the perfect place to see that the END happened today – this was the best opportunity in the entire week. If only...if only he had not fallen asleep as he watched the door waiting in his car. Maybe that's time this piece of shit entered the mansion.


He still could not believe that he had screwed this up ...he had a reputation to live up to and the boss does not take to this kind of fuck ups kindly.


He lit a cigarette and took a swig from his hip flask to steady his nerves before he called the boss... when he heard a small moan coming from the room beyond. He quickly replaced the hip flask with a gun and headed stealthily towards the door at the other end....


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Chapter 8

Jimmy gripped her arm and dragged her into the bathroom, pushing her into the tub he crept out the door softly clicking it shut behind him.

Just then he heard pieces of glasses crunch under heavy boots and the distinctive sound of a gun barrel being drawn back and snapped shut.

“Wtf? I definitely don’t like the sound of that” though Jimmy as his eyes dashed around the room looking for a place to hide. A rust old wrought iron desk stood against the wall under the window against which Jimmy now crouched.

“Scheiße! My gun! It’s in the loo with that moronic woman!” muttered Jimmy under his breath. The sound of crunching boots was getting closer now and there wasn’t anytime.

Jimmy leant back resigning himself to his fate.

The sound of the footsteps had now stopped. Jimmy could hear the man’s labored breathing as he stood in the doorway, and pressed himself closer against the side paneling of the table trying furtively to blend into its flaky exterior.

And then for the second time that day, Jimmy saw Orion’s Belt flash before his eyes.