The 13th year (pt.7)
By maggot death
I decided that I wanted to show up. I will ask one of the jailguards
to accompany me to the courtyard.
I wonder if i'm making the
right choice.
So that's what I did. I travelled down the long,
twisted way of the jail exit, past the many complicated locks, and into
the courtyard. And there I saw who was waiting for me.
It was
the kid! He had a bizzare look on his face, and looked kind of strange
all around. It wasn't scary, just weird.
"We never officially
met yet, right?" the kid asked me. He offered me a handshake, "Names Nived."
I took the handshake, "Hey, i'm Koddam, but you can call me Kody."
He still seemed a little off,the bags under his eyes explaining
past tortures of life, "I'll call you by your last name, got it Neirad?"
"Uh, sure," I stated, unsure of this guy's stability. "Is that
all you wanted me here for?"
"Yea, I needed to meet you."
I didn't feel like telling him that I felt the same, for some reason.
I stayed up again most of the night, thinking about what will await
me for the next 5 years, until my 13th birthday.
Author's Note:
I only have 1 credit until i get a membership, which im planning to do. so i probably wont finish this for at least a week, when I get a membershipComments on "The 13th year (pt.7)"
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On Tuesday, February 23, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
Very good you are holding the reader into your story. The phone plays a big part in this tale so you need to describe your cell better in the earlier sections. Maybe you could have picked it up and listened, but no dial tone, like it didn't work at all. Then when it did work the reader would have been perplexed as you were. write on.