Wrath

My name is Kate Horsedale, this is my story .Not sure where to begin so I’ll start with the night it happened.

The phone rings, it makes me jump. I knock over my glass of water as I try to find the lamp. I lean over the bed to reach my phone while taking a glance at the clock: its 2.00am in the morning. Who the hell could it be at this hour?

‘Hello’

‘Is that Miss Horsedale?’

‘Yes who the hell is this?’

‘We need you to come down the hospital right now; it’s about your sister.’

‘My God what’s happened? Tell me damn it.

‘There’s no time, you need to get here right now and we will fill you in when you get here’.

‘Ok.’

I stare at the floor and sob my heart out. Come on, Kate, you need to get your act together and get in the car. I grab some leggings from the floor and throw a jumper on too. Grab my keys and bag. Stumble out the door in a daze. It should take 20 minutes to get there. I jump in the car and the adrenaline kicks in and I am doing 60mph down a 30mph road and going through red lights. I don’t care; I need to get there to my sister.  Everything flashes through my head: what if she’s dead? No, I shake it off. I can’t think like that. She’s going to be okay. I dump the car in the hospital bay. Somebody shouts at me.

‘Hey, miss, you can’t leave it there’.

‘Yes, I can and I just did, asshole’.

I run off to the reception. I barge in front of a man and elbow him out of the way. ‘Where’s my sister, Lindsey Horesdale?’

‘Hey, I was here first go back to the queue like the rest of us.’

The nurse tries to calm us both down and from nowhere my fist hits his face; he stumbles back and lands on a chair.

‘Security!’

“It’s ok, Nurse Jane, I will deal with this. Miss Horsedale come with me.’

My hand looks red and I shake my head. ‘No, where is my sister? I am not going anywhere until someone tells me where the hell she is.’

Suddenly I hit the glass window in anger, glass smashes all over the floor and I just stare in amazement. What have I done, I am so angry and frustrated I just want some bloody answers.  The doctor stares at me. 

‘Don’t move, I need to get bandages and wipes for your hand’.

I stare at my hand as it drips with blood. It’s the same hand I hurt when I smacked that guy. I don’t feel any pain at all; my body begins to shake with anger.  I look up: security men are running towards me, they try to rugby tackle me to the ground. I jump out of the way and one of them manages to grab my foot. I look around and grab the nearest thing to me. I hit him over the head with the chair.

‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, STOP RIGHT NOW!” the doctor is standing looking at me with his mouth wide open. I put the chair on the floor and the two men stagger from the floor.

‘She’s ok, she is with me, her sister is very poorly, she’s obviously very upset and out of control, she is hurt. I will sort her out and she won’t be any more trouble, will you?’

The security guards look at me in disgust and walk off.

I look at him and nod my head. I don’t feel right and I start to  drop to the floor:  he grabs me, picks  me up and takes me  to a clinic room .

‘Let’s get this hand sorted so you can see your sister. You truly have anger management issues’.

I laugh.

‘Right, you need to calm down  before you go  in.  We are going there now but I need to talk to you about your sister’s condition. You can see her now but she is in a really bad state.’

I am about to walk in the room when, for the first time, I notice there are police all over the hospital. What’s going on? I then see my sister lying in the bed hooked up to tubes and her face is all bruised.  I run to her and hold her hand, sobbing. I raise my head and realise she’s on a life support machine. She lies there so lifeless. She does not look like my sister.

‘What happened doctor?’

‘The police want to talk to you but I think you should stay here with your sister for a while’.

‘Why, she’s going to be ok isn’t she?’ I grip her hand tighter.

‘Lindsay’s in a critical condition, she has lost a lot of blood. She was shot four times: once in the chest, back, back of the head and leg.’

‘What?’

‘We took her into theatre to get the bullets out and to operate. She has brain damage and major internal injuries.  Lindsey is not breathing by herself and there Is no brain activity. She can no longer hear, Kate, but you have to make the decision to turn the life support off: if you do, it will be a matter of minutes.’

‘I can’t believe this. WHY HER?’

I put my head in my hands and think. I cannot let her suffer, she is my only sister. Why did I not come to see you sooner, I have been so wrapped up in my own life.  ‘You can turn it off, but first, I want to talk to the police’.

‘Ok. I will get them, Kate.’

‘Is it Kate? I am Detective Jones and this is Detective Beans.’

‘Yes it is.’

‘We would like to talk to you outside.’

‘OK. ‘ 

I kiss Lindsay on the cheek and follow the detectives to the corridor where they sit me down.

‘Kate, your sister was murdered. This is now a murder investigation’.

‘Who would kill my sister? .Everyone loves her. She’s the good one.’

‘Are you sisters?’

‘Yes, we are identical twin sisters. Why?’

 ‘That makes sense now, they must have made a mistake, Detective Beans’

‘What do you mean, mistake, SPEAK TO ME NOT EACH OTHER!’

‘Sorry, we have evidence that suggests that you were meant to be the victim not your sister.  They thought Lindsey was you.’

‘What, what evidence?’

‘We can’t say right now, it is only speculation but a witness has just come forward, that’s all we know . Do you have any enemies, Kate?’

‘I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS. I NEED TO BE WITH MY SISTER!’ I scream and run off towards her room. The doctor is there, ready to turn off the life support machine.

‘Are you ready, Kate?’

Yes, please, leave me for a while.’

He unhooks her mouth piece, turns off the machine and walks out the door. She looks more like Lindsay now, without all the tubes.  Oh, Lindsay what have I done? It should be me lying there, not you. They will pay for this; I won’t stop until I avenge your death. With that, Lindsey takes her last breath. I just lie next to her, cuddling her, sobbing and shouting with anger and frustration. They will pay, even if I have to kill them with my bare hands.

This is the day my life ends. I shall find out who did this and kill them with my bare  hands.

I run to my car. I notice a note stuck on the windscreen. I grab it and throw it in the front seat. I drive home as fast as I possibly can. I finally get there. I run out of the car and as I get to the front door, it’s wide open. I shout, but no-one answers. The house has been ransacked. I run to the bed and move the mattress and the rest out of the way. I run to the toilet and find a knife and get on my hands and knees and rip the floor boards until .I get to a wooden box and pull the key off my necklace. I open it, and there sits my revolver and black book. I grab the book. Right, I had better start at the beginning. Now it is time to find out which one of you maniacs   killed my sister.

I grab my bag and notice a note stuck to it. I reach for it and read it:     

‘I know what you did; you are completely out of control Kate. IT WAS YOU.

What, what the hell, I did what?  I read the letter over and over again.  It does not make sense. I run out to my car I have not got time for this, I need to find the bastards who killed my sister.

There, standing by my car, are Detective Beans and Jones. I move the gun into my bag and head towards them.

‘Kate, you need to stay where you are.’

‘Why?’ I am so angry right now; get out of my way I need to go. I see something moving in the back of the police car.

‘Kate, you’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with us.’

The car doors open and the doctor from earlier on is there and someone else is there in the shadows. I put my hand on the gun.

What’s going on! Are they really the police or are they the ones who killed my sister and they’re now going to get me? I start to panic and I can feel the adrenalin all over my body: how the hell could they do this to me.

‘Kate, you need to take your hands out of your bag and hold them up, come on Kate, we don’t want anyone to get hurt.’

‘I bet you don’t, you bent coppers.’ I spit at them and pull the gun out of the bag. I can feel my anger surging and my finger presses down on the trigger. Out of nowhere I am thrown on the floor and I hit my head on the grass.  I feel like I have been hit by a bullet.

Someone runs out in front of me, he looks familiar, I look up and oh, my, it’s Jeff. Oh, how I love him. 

‘Kate, why did you do it? I loved her you bitch, you were always jealous of her, you always wanted what she had but you were nothing, you’re mental Kate.’

‘That’s enough, Mr Wellington, she’s not well, we need to take her in and examine her.’

What, I don’t get what’s going on, I look up and it’s the doctor from the hospital.

‘We need to question her first doctor.’

‘Ok, but I am coming with her.’

‘Ok, Kate can you hear me?’ shouts detective Beans

‘Yes, you asshole, get this thug off me and what the hell is going on?  What is Jeff going on about?’

‘Kate, you‘re under arrest for the murder of your sister.’

‘What, me, no you got the wrong person, someone is after me, they wrecked my house and look at my book it has a list of my enemies in there.’

Detective Beans grabs my book, and looks through it, while the other Detective goes through my house.

‘Sir, the house is fine, it’s in perfect order, but I think  you need to see this.’

They pick me  up and  take me  into  my house and there on the walls,  are photos of Lindsey and  Jeff but  Lindsey has been scrubbed out. On every photo it says die in big red writing. It says I am going to make you pay, bitch.

‘Kate, there is nothing in your book; the only enemy in there is your sister’.

What’s going on, then like a whirlwind, I am furious and I shout:

 ‘I am glad she is dead. She deserved to die.

 

                                                

The Mirror

 I find myself walking round town at 9.00 in the morning. Soaked to the bone. Normally I am in my rocking chair with a drop of whiskey, that’s all I have usually but today is different: I plod round the shops. When I come by an unfamiliar cobble path, something pulls me towards it.  The shops and the bustle disappear. The pavement bendy and dark. It stops just as quickly as it came. I look behind me: the path has disappeared, then I look straight in front of me, there is a shop. It’s covered with wind chimes. The noise hurts my ears! I wish it would stop.

I have had enough of this so I turn around, I don’t want to go in there, it looks very peculiar. As I am about to go, I hit my head on the brick wall which was not there before. There’s nowhere to go. Oh fiddle sticks; I am going to have to go in this spooky old shop. Well, I had better get some Dutch courage first.  I perch myself on the floor just staring at the shop; it does not look like there is anyone in there. I fumble about in my bag. Oh blast, you had better be in there and eventually my bony hands locate the bottle. I take the lid off and take a big, massive gulp and wipe my mouth with my hand to remove any excess whiskey.  Then screw the lid back on: oh, one more would not hurt, would It Pearl, so I take another gulp. Now I am ready to go in this freaky shop. Come on, Pearl, hop to it. I start to stumble as I get to the shop and end up falling through the door.  Maybe I should not have had that last drop I chuckle to myself.

There in the shop is a beautiful mirror with diamonds all around it.  I can’t keep my eyes away. I hear a voice from behind me, saying:

 ‘Come in and take a look around.’

I glance around quickly but there is no one to be seen and I can see  sparkling in  the corner of my eye, so I go  towards  the  mirror and  see me; but is it me, I look different .  I have long, black hair flowing on my shoulders, with striking, green eyes and my skin does not look wrinkled anymore. I look young and radiant and I am wearing a long, black dress with a black pointed hat.  I look beautiful and mysterious.  The voice comes back soft and quiet:

‘You came here for a reason; you were looking for something in particular?’ Weren’t    you, Pearl?

I feel like I am under some sort of spell but it feels wonderful; maybe I am drunk and I shall wake up in a minute: go with it, girl , it won’t harm you.  I nod my head.

I am drawn to the mirror again .The voice tells me to look at my hand through the mirror.

There, in my hand is this vial bottle. It’s red with pearls all around it: it looks so small and dainty.

I take my eyes away for a minute and look at my hand and it has disappeared: what’s happening?

The voice tells me to drink but there is nothing here, so I grab my bottle  from my bag and take a  gulp of  whiskey but when I look in the mirror I am holding the vial bottle and this time I take an even bigger sip  . It tastes nasty.  I fall to the floor, crashing on the mirror.

OH!  My head hurts; I rub my head then my eyes. Where am I?  My eyes start to clear and then I realise where I am. I am on my rocking chair, nursing a hangover and it is still raining outside. I glance at the clock and it’s 1.00 in the morning .Blimey!  I have been a sleep for ages. I must have been dreaming, how weird. Maybe I should stay off the whiskey. I laugh; don’t be silly, Pearl, that is a crazy idea.  I go to grab my bottle out of my bag but instead I am holding the vial bottle, just like in the dream. It’s bright red with pearls, exactly the same. I throw the bottle to the floor. I must be dreaming again.  I run to the mirror .Oh my, what’s going on?

I look in to it and instead of my old face and grey hair; it is the woman I saw earlier with black hair, soft silky face and striking green eyes. I put my wrinkled hand to my face; it still feels dry and old. Then I hear the voice:

’ Pearl, look closely in to the mirror’.

‘What’s going on’?

‘Look, deep and hard,’ the voice fades.

Ok, Pearl look. There I am sitting in a chair, fast asleep with a bottle in my hand and in my old body and there, standing over me, is a man in uniform talking to a woman.  All of a sudden they are violently shaking me but I don’t seem to be waking up and the bottle falls out of my hand. I turn away. What’s going on? I can’t help myself but look again. My skin has changed colour and my body looks lifeless. I glance at the bottle; it is the red vial bottle. I hear the voice again:

 ‘Pearl, don’t you get it yet? You’re dead, you poisoned yourself!’

‘What, no I am dreaming again’. I don’t understand.

The man and woman walk straight past me and there’s a group of old people coming out of their rooms in their dressing gowns. It’s my friends. Thank goodness.  I run over and shout at them but no one’s listening to me.

‘They can’t hear you Pearl, you’re dead.’

‘No, I can’t be!’

‘Come and join me.’

‘How?’

‘Go to the mirror and walk into it and your questions will be answered’

This is silly. I walk right up to it and put my hand through first.  It disappears and then I feel something forceful pulling me through the mirror.

NOOOOOOO!

Mirco fiction

He  is sitting on the train in a booth, glaring at the distance looking out  the widow with a tear slowing falling down his cheek.  He turns to look at his hands and sees blood dripping from them . In the background somebody screams . He gets up and runs to where its coming from. A women is standing  holding her face, looking into the toilet . Two bodies  are lying next to each other. The bodies are unrecognizable. You cant tell  who they are.

The lady turns  looks at the man and notices his hands dripping with blood

 ‘Oh no what’s happening’

She screams ‘murder’

He runs back to the booth and as he gets there he feels something going into  his  neck: he falls  onto the floor .

Myself in 44 years’ time

It’s 6’o clock and I am not ready, meant to be out at 6.30pm. A night on the tiles, just what the doctor ordered. Right let’s get ready. I look in to the mirror: my skin looks soft and shiny. I look away for a second to get my foundation and I glance back in the mirror to find a face which is no longer sickly and soft but wrinkled and old. Her eyes look dull and sad, with large circles underneath her eyes. She looks so fragile. She turns away from the mirror. I press my hand against the mirror and it disappears though and I feel myself drawn to this woman so  I enter the rest of my  body through the mirror.  I am now in this huge bedroom with flowery paper and it has a bay window with a grey rocking chair. There sits the lady, looking out of the window and I can see sand and sea. She looks away from it and looks straight at me.

“Please sit, Emma.”

She can see me and she knows my name but I do what she asks, there is something particular about her.  I feel like I know her from somewhere.

“I have been waiting for you to arrive”

“Who are you, do I know you?”

Before she answers I smell salt and seaweed. I look up and we are now sitting on the beach.  The chair  I sit on is now white with a weird  design  on it and the table in front of me  with the same  pattern and  she sits opposite me pouring us a drink which looks like Pimms

“Do you not know who I am?.”

“No but I feel like I know you”

She reaches out and touches my hand it feels rough, dry and wrinkly. I feel a shiver go up my back .I  look at her hand and she has a white, gold ring with diamonds on her wedding finger and a ring shaped like a bee, which is sliver with two stones missing. I lift my left hand up and our rings our identical and there are also scars on her hand in the same place as mine.

“Don’t be scared I am your older self and I have come to warn you of something that is going to happen in  years’ time”.

One click of mouse

It takes one click

One click of mouse

That’s all it takes.

Its amazing, how one little gadget

 Can control

Your life .

I must get this application sent. All the stress and hard work I have put in. So why can't I click mouse. It dawns on me my life is going to completely change. Can I really leave my friends and family behind? It would be different if I was moving to the next city but I am moving to the other side of the world and I have not told a living soul.

If I press the mouse it will determine my life for good.

Freya comes flying at me for a cuddle and licks my face with such excitement and bang! The kids are playing on drums next door. I shout shut up and bang my fist repeatedly on the wall, which frightens poor Freya to bits and instead of jumping off the chair, she jumps right for my mouse and clicks the button. Nooooooo!

Freya runs for her bed. Oh no , hopefully my application is okay. I walk straight for the computer and on the  screen it flashes in big bold red letters SENT.

I kneel down and put  my hands into my face and sob my heart out. Freya comes walking over and knocks my hand away so she can lick my face. She rolls over on her belly so I give her stroke and I tell her it’s not her fault. You did me a favor because I would never have sent it. Now my fate has been left to the gods.

Two weeks later I am sitting at my desk at home, Freya is fast asleep on her  bed. I take a sip put of my coffee while glancing at the internet. My email box flashes one new email. I log in to my msn account, there in black writing sits the words!  Your application has been approved and finalized.

I hear a knock at the door and jump, accidently dropping my coffee on my keyboard and down my trousers. Ahh shit! That’s hot as I jump up and down trying to wipe the  coffee off me. The knocking gets louder and louder.

‘Suzanne, I know you’re in there, open the bloody door. It’s freezing out here.’

‘I am coming, hang on, Jane, I have just spilt bloody coffee over myself’

‘Well, that was silly.’

I open the door and shout at her ‘I bloody know you cow, it’s your fault I did it in the first place.’ We both burst out laughing.

‘Coffee?’

‘Yes, please’

She goes to sit down at the coffee table and Freya  comes  over to see her for a  stroke.

‘Suz, what’s this about application? What are you not telling me ?

Shit, I drop the milk in shock  she was not meant to see that. Oh god what do I do  now?

Terry Lane

  

When I was a boy I got picked on for being different and not like the rest of the children. I did  not want to play  football and rugby  with the boys. I wanted to be around girls.  Of course you think this is normal being a boy wanting to be with the girls but  this was different. I did not fancy them , I just enjoyed playing with them, playing dolls  and dressing up with them. My  girlfriends thought it was odd  at first but they never really said anything in the end, they treated me like one of them. The boys were horrible to  me  , told me  I was a  loser and strange to want to dress up like a girl.  They would do anything in public to  show  me up  and make  me feel humiliated to the whole school but I showed  them , I did . I decide to  perform  for  them and be the class joker, and make them  look a fool instead. it worked, and  the  kids  just laughed at  me because I  made them laugh and the boys eventually gave up and  left me  alone  but   I knew they all talked  about me and called  me  names behind my back and I  could kind of  handle that. it made school bearable at the time. 

When I went to high school I started dressing like a girl wearing make up and I  even bought a wig at the time. You may laugh and think, why did you not  just grow your hair long instead? Well, the reason is my parents did not know  how  I felt about being a boy.  I hated  being in boy’s body ,  I  may look  like a boy but I felt like I was a girl and  deep down I knew I was girl. Now you’re thinking how did I know this ? Well I  can’t explain  it, I just knew  I was  different and I  did  not fit  in with boys . Maybe it was my parent’s fault I don’t know.  My dad left home when I  was four years old and I think it  was   a  year later  when I changed and felt different. It did  not help by mum doing baking with me and letting  me play with her makeup and asking me for my opinions on her clothes because  she went out a lot when dad left. Come to think  of it may be it, was her fault , maybe I had no hope. Oh well never mind.

Where did I  get to , that’s right I could never really tell my parents I wanted to be  a  girl. Dad would have gone nuts because he was a lawyer and he had his reputation to uphold. It did  look good  for him having a divorce but having a son who was not normal would  have been outrage. Mum well she was  not  interested in me she was looking for the next husband . I bet your saying poor boy but wouldn’t of someone said something to them.  Well they both new deep down but choose to ignore the gossip and they would ask me ‘Terry what this stuff about ? They would never  say are you dressing up  a as a  girl. Oh no they would not do  that so I would  replie with no dad just clowning about. ‘good  , good ‘  he  would say and carrying on reading his  paper or mum would say that wonderful love ,keep it up. Personally they were both not interested as long as I was not embarrassing them then that’s all they wanted. They just did not want to deal  with it so it was easy to ignore what was going on with me.

I can see you  already with your  tissues out and crying. Well it was hard being somebody I  wasn’t but I got buy and when I  was sixteen I  ran away from home . it just got to much and I could  not bear it . a couple times I  nearly ended up killing myself because I was  living lie and  not being true to myself  but I could  never pluck up  the courge to actually kill myself until one day I hit my lowest with no money, no where to live, people beating me up for what  I  looked like. I carried on wearing wigs but started wearing women clothes all the time and starting to wear make  up. People  would  come up to me  say how  sick I was  and disgusting to the human race and a gang of men came up to me and beat the living daylights out of me  . I was  pleading with them to kill me and  get it over and done with it. They give me  the final blow  to the face  and  flow to  the  ground and  hit solid concrete. Now I bet your really crying.  Well that was the day my life changed and it was  the best thing they could of done to me. So I thank you to  the gang who nearly killed me. You changed my life forever.

They ran off when they realized I was unresponsive .  I laid there in a pool  of blood and finally hoping my nightmare was over. I was out  of this horrible body but the next thing I remember was being in a hospital hooked up to drips and wires.  I came round and there sat in the chair next to me  was the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was fast asleep and I had never met her in my life before until this day.  Now your thinking how could  I be  attracted to  a girl when I felt like a women .  Well your  thinking I must be  Lesbian . Well  your wrong . 

I woke up and  the doctor told me  I had a nasty bang to the head which may cause me  not to remember  things.

The Bloody Sword

The bell rings, yeh it’s lunch time. The sun is shining and we run out to the playground and the dinner ladies let us play on the field today. The grass smells just like it’s been cut, the trees are blowing lightly in the wind. We run around the field playing chase and throwing grass cuttings over each other and laughing until it hurts. We go towards the trees and the long grass.

 We see a house in the distance that looks scary to the eye and there’s a black crow sitting on the fence. We move more into the long grass and we see something shiny on the distance; we walk towards it and see a long sharp sliver sword with a gold cross handle, with dry blood on the end of the point and splash’s of blood on the handle. We see a shadow move in the house so we all run away screaming towards the dinner ladies. I go to the dinner lady and tell her what I have seen and hold her hand and drag her to where the sword was, but she will not go with me and she tells me my Imagination is running wild. I turn towards the trees and see someone staring at me and I run so fast, crying and head straight for the toilets.

I eventually come out of the toilets. I go to wash my hands and look in the mirror and I see someone watching with white pale face and bright blue eyes. ‘Help’ I turn around and the person has disappeared. My mind must be overreacting from what I have just seen.  I run back to class to forget what I have seen.

During  the next couple of days I pick up the courage to talk to my friends about seeing the sword but they just deny seeing it, saying my imagination is playing tricks on me. I feel so lonely and scared. I feel like somebody is watching me all the time. Pull yourself together Mandy .You are having a hard time at home with your mum and dad arguing all the time.  It was just a nightmare.  I pinch my hand, yes, my inner self is right . I t was just a bad dream. 

I go to the toilet before PE starts. I hate hate lesson, maybe you could miss this lesson for today.  Yes I think I will .I should listen to my inner voice more often , it speaks good sense. I hear a knock at my toilet door.

 ‘This toilet is in use go away’

The knocking gets louder and more intense.

 I get off the toilet dead quick.

“Give them a piece of your mind, Mandy.”

 Yeh I will. I storm out of the door. There standing is a small girl  with long brown hair, looking very pale, bright blue eyes and very thin figure. Those eyes, we seen them before. Not now. I need to know what she wants.

‘What do you want? Can’t you read the toilet says engaged? Stop staring at me and speak!”

‘I saw what you saw’ in a faint whisper.

‘What’? I would go, she looks bit odd. Don’t be silly. Not now . I want to know what she is on about .She looks scared.

‘I saw it’, again in a whisper

‘SAW WHAT? COME ON AND SPIT IT OUT’ I shout. If you want to know stop shouting at her. My inner voice is so right. I hate her sometimes.

‘Am sorry, I just don’t know what you’re talking about’ I say more quietly.

‘You do know, but because your friends Won’t talk about it you think it’s a dream.  I saw it as clear as day.

Oh my god. I stand there with my mouth wide open and my eyes just staring at her not leaving her stare. Get grip and pull yourself together Mandy . You need to hear the words. Yes you’re right.

‘Saw what?’ It barely comes out of my mouth.

‘The bloody sword in the school field’ her voice is no longer a whisper. I heard every word she said. I run to the toilet and throw up. She puts her hand on my shoulder, it’s ice cold: I can feel her hand through my clothes. I shiver.

‘Listen to me; It’s back to a whisper.

I just nod. Maybe she is lying Mandy. No, stop it. I need to think.

‘He’s watching you everywhere you go and he is probably outside right now. Watching and waiting’.

I can’t talk . I throw up again: my heart beating is so fast. I slump to the floor with my head in my hands. Oh, my god what am going to do? My inner voice is nowhere to be seen.

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The Explosion

I decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air. As I step outside the cold air hits my cheeks and fingers, causing them to sting. I look up and all round me is mist and it seem to be covering the whole city. I glance at my phone: it’s 8’clock, bang on. I start to walk up the street when I hear ‘bang’ it sounds like an explosion going off behind me and bang, another one goes off. It must be fireworks, it is November 5^th.I look up in the sky expecting pink and green colours in the sky but instead I see fiery orange everywhere and little black dots in the sky. It is as if the mist lifts a little and I see dead people all over the roads and pavements, cars toppled over, houses falling to the ground.  Suddenly all I can hear are screams: people, are running down the roads. What the hell’s going on?

 I hear a humming noise but can’t see what it is .When all of sudden, another explosion goes off, hitting the ground. Trees are crashing down around me and on to cars where people are trapped inside screaming to get out.  The ground is starting to break in too, people are grabbing hold of fences , posts, anything they can find  so they don’t fall down the hole. I turn to help them when I hear another explosion and its heading straight for me.  I run as fast as my legs can carry me and the humming noise is getting closer.  Its bloody following me for fuck sake leave me alone! I carry on running when the explosion takes  me  unexpectedly and throws  me  to the ground I cry with  pain . I sit up and feel blood trickling down. I use my coat sleeve to wipe away the blood and in the sky is the object hovering ripped to pieces around me. I try to get up but my left foot is not working, I glance down and see my trainer has been ripped to pieces. My foot is full of blood but with trances of black to. I don’t have time to sort it out because the object looks like its set to launch on me again. So I hobble up and try to get the hell out of here until I reach a dead end and there is nowhere to go. The object is upon me. This is it, this is how my life going to end before its really began.  Come do your worse you arse hole. The ground erupts below me, I fall to the ground, screaming, until nothing else comes out. My eyes began to close and my heart starts to slow down rapidly. 

My eyes flicker open slowly, where am I ? Is this heaven ?. I open my eyes wider and the room is lit up with tiny lights and the rest of the room is dark and cold . I can see a desk which is messy with half eaten food. There someone sitting in the corner, I move about five blankets of me and someone says “ you’re a wake finally it’s been about week  I thought you were never going to wake.”

I try to say speak but can’t . I finally move the blankets to try and stand up. When the guy screams at me, I would not do that if I was you.”

As I look down to the floor I remember my foot be badly hurt. There is no longer my left foot which is now been replaced by mechanical foot. I scream at him what the hell have you done to me!

The stupid old man

He looks out of his apartment window towards the sea and the sea looks calm.  He grabs his coffee and looks back out  of the window but something catches his eye on the hill above the beach. What’s going on up there? There’s a huge crowd but I can’t quite see what’s going on. I think I will take a walk and see what’s going on. But it takes a while for him to get up the hill an because his legs are not as young as they need to be. Walter eventually gets to the hill hour and half later. (Where normally it would take ten minutes from his apartment to the hill) I think I will make my way through the crowd and see what all the fuss is  about.

 ‘Hey, you, what’s going on here ?’ as he points his stick at the guy.

‘We  are trying to find a volunteer to fly the hang glider !’

‘You’re  what, you’re trying to get someone to fly a  remote control helicopter ?’ he asks with a smile on his face.

‘I can do, that I had loads when I was boy. Where is it ?’

‘No,  we need someone to fly a  hang glider’ he shouts while grabbing his coat because Walter was starting to walk off.

Walter starts muttering as he sees the hang glider.  ‘I hate these things, when I  was younger I fell off one of those bloody things and broke my arm. He ignores the guy grabbing his coat, whacking him round the head with his stick.

‘Oh, mister, Listen to me’?

‘What do you  say young fellow?’ as he gets right up close to the glider.

‘Hey, old  guy, watch out for that rope! He shouts at the top of voice.

‘What, what boy, speak up I can’t hear  you , I have problems with my hearing’

It’s too late as the glider starts to lift off with a woman ready to fly the glider. Walter foot is stuck in the hoop of the rope. The glider takes off and all the people  in the group are yelling at the guy to get his foot out,

‘What, you say it’s over there?’ but before he could let go he is in mid air and   Walter is  being dragged off the ground. ‘Ahhh! get me out of here’ he screams and a look of panicky comes over his face. He starts to wriggle and  tries to loosen the rope .

Everyone is screaming ‘Don’t do that!’

The woman on the hang glider wonders what all  the screaming is about. She looks down and sees Walter dangling at the end of the rope, upside down screaming and bobbing up and down in the sea.