The first was The Lift, I believe :toff:

 

Very well. As part of 100 page celebrations and 10,000 post general hoo hah, I will write part of See Free and slip it in there for preview. In case you missed the first little teaser of it, it's located right here (post 100 page 7 :lol:) for your enjoyment or haet.

 

EDIT - And of course, you will no longer find the previous two clicking on the heart in my sig, however, try cobbycobbles.livejournal.com if you need to

Ahh yeah ... The Lift :laugh3:

 

That was such a great story as well :)

I guess I am some sort of 'fan' of Lauren's stories :laugh3:

Warning Sign is really, really good!!!!!

Everythings Not Lost Part 3

 

 

Chris looks at Will and sighs, "The stars are really shiney tonight, y,Know?" Will scrunches his

nose and looks up, he feels the urge to start to reach for his pen, when Chris say's, "Hey do you have a pen, cause I feel something coming." Will pulls his pen out and Chris proceeds to write something on his arm. Will say's, "When your done lets go home and spy on Guy."

 

Guy in the meantime is trying to put his key in the lock, he has had 1 too many, but is looking forward to Natalia showing him a good time. As they go thru the door, Guy walks in and

offers Natalia a scotch, as he pours the drinks and move over to the couch, he hands her

the glass and sits down. She is so very beautiful with her flamming red hair, quite a large woman, not fat, just alot bigger than Guy, her boobs are not as big as you would think for her size, but Guy doesn't seem to mind....... Back at the bar.....

 

Jonny has been talking it up at the bar now for a few hours with this blonde chick, and decides he would like to speed things up a bit. He asks her if she would like to go home with him, and she say's she would, but needed to go to the bathroom first, as she excuses herself, she kisses his cheek and Jonny thought it kinda felt alittle rough for a girl, he shrugs it off and watches her disapear, he decides it's a good idea to relieve himself before the walk home, so he starts to walk towards the mens room. As he pushes open the door he notices

a blonde standing at the urinal, and yelps, "Your a fucking Man?" The blonde, now confused

looking say's, "Yeah, I thought you knew." Jonny stood and glared, "I've spent the last few hours trying to pick a man up?" Pacing back and forth running his hands thru his hair, he say's

"Sorry, whoever you are I don't bat for that side." He runs out, and realizes the Redhead Guy was with, was at the bar with this blonde and they were, he guesses, together, he grabs his jacket, gulps his beer down and heads out the bar. He has to get home and warn Guy.

 

Jonny is running thru the streets, and rounds the corner, catches up to Chris and Will who were walking home, Jonny explains to them what has just happened, and Will and Chris look at each other and start laughing their asses off, "Jonny, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing." say's Will, laughing so hard he could barely get the words out, Chris is bent over laughing and now falling to the ground rolling around clutching his stomache from the laughter.

"Not funny" Jonny say's, "and I think Guy took a transy home." Will and Chris stop laughing look at each other and smile and Will say's, "Oh this is gonna be good, lets go." The 3 of them start running towards home.

To be continued......

 

 

 

 

Everythings Not Lost Part one

 

 

What happens when you put 4 young single men in a pub who are on the brink of becomming

Rock Stars? Well lets see.....

Will, Guy, Jonny, and Chris are all sitting in a pub called Luckys, they are having a beer, after

jamming at the townhouse they share, just out of college.

Chris is drinking a beer, and Will say's, "Watch yourself, you know you can't drink very much without throwing up, Guy speaks up " Yeah your such a girl." "I may sing a bit high, but I am all man, Fellas." say's Chris.

Jonny looks around the room and states, "Lot's of lovely ladies here tonight, I feel lucky."

Jonny gets up and moves across the room to the bar to strike up a conversation with a cute blonde. "There he goes, say's Will, winking at Guy. "I think he has more luck than me sometimes." say's Guy.

 

Chris feeling alittle left out in the girl department, gets up and wanders over to the juke box,

Pointing back at Will and Guy , Chris say's, "One day we will be on here, y know?" Will and Guy look at each other and Will say's," Yeah, if he writes something better than a deodorant tune." Guy starts laughing and falls off his bar stool and quickly gets up to make sure the ladies didn't see his uncoolness or his tipsyness, Will brushes him off and comments that

Guy has a redhead looking at him, and she is coming their way.

 

"Hello, my name is Natalia, I was just wandering if you were ok, I saw you fall."

Guy: Well, my name is Guy and it's nice to meet you, and sometimes I fall off of bar stools, it's a condition I have, kinda sad, but I was born with it." Natalia busts out a laugh and Guy asks if he could buy her a drink. She nods yes, and as Guy passes by Will's stool, he whispers

"Don't wait up."

Will swigs his beer, and smiles at Guy, Chris is over at the juke box drumming on the glass, when a short brunette walks over to Chris and say's, "Hey didn't you and your mates play at the college hall the other night?", Chris looking up wide eyed said, "Yes" "Were you there?"

"No, you twit, (smiling), why would I ask you that, I must of been there." Chris nervously rubbing his hands together, say's "Well did you like Us?" "Hmm You were ok, you weren't horrible, maybe the sound was off." "My name is Rachel." "Hi, mine is Chris." Chris say's "Well nice to meet you." He walks over to Will and sit's down, taking a swig of his drink looking around.

 

"Are you crazy, Man?" asks Will, "What you mean?" Chris replied. Will shaking his head no say's "She was all over you and you left her hanging." "You really are gay, Chris."

"Am not, she's not my type." "Gay." Will say's, Chris getting annoyed now, gulps his beer down, gets up, and walks back over to Rachel, takes her hand and leads her out of the bar.

 

"Where are we going?" Rachel asks, "We are going to make out." Rachel known around the bar as a loose girl, quickly abliges his wishes. "You got a car?" asks Chris, "Yeah, it's over there." They walk over Chris opens the door and gets in, leaving Rachel to get in on her own, she shruggs her shoulders and gets in her side. "You have a condom she asks?" Chris say's "Fuck, be right back." he runs back in the bar and goes back over to Will, "Let me borrow a condom", Chris say's, Will smiling reaches into his wallet, and say's " Borrow?"

"I really don't want it back, mate." "Good Luck", Will says, as Chris bolts out the door.

 

To be continued

 

 

 

 

Everythings Not Lost Part 2 Sexual content

 

 

 

Chris gets to the car, and Rachel has already got a towel ready and has made herself comfortable in the back seat. Chris opens the door, and climbs over the front seat.

"Your so tall, be careful, you just knee'd my boob." Chris doesn't speak, he is concentrating

on what is going on. Chris positions himself next to Rachel, and moves his hand over her boob, he reaches his hand down to touch her, and brushes his finger over her private area, then kisses her mouth. Rachel, is moaning, until Chris takes his hand away, he quickly climbs on her and places his condom on himself and enters her and one, two, three, cums quickly.

He kisses her mouth, and pops out of her, sits up fixes his zipper, takes the towel and wipes his face, and looks at Rachel and say's "Thanks, did you enjoy that." Rachel lost for words starts hitting Chris and yelling, "Is that it You retard?" "What the hell was that all about?" Chris puts his arms up to fend her hit's off and jumps up to the front, and out the door, he looks back and say's, "Well I thought that was rather nice." Rachel throwing her shoe at him, yells "You fucking Freak."

 

Chris knowing he messed up takes a walk, he just doesn't know how to please a girl, he never understood or learned how. If he had a girlfriend, maybe he could have learned somewhere along the line.

 

Back at the bar, Will notices Rachel comes back in pissed off, she goes to the bar and orders a drink. Will goes up to her and asks her Where Chris went to, Rachel say's "Your friend is a loser, total loser." "Where did he go" asked Will, "I don't know, the selfish bastard was walking down the road the last time I saw him."

 

Will goes over to Jonny and excuses himself for interupting his conversation, and tells Jonny he is going home with Chris, that they were calling it a night. Jonny nodded and continued on with his new gal pal.

 

Guy is over at a corner table, gently kissing his new friend on the neck, and moving his hand down her shirt to her boobs, she is braless, which makes for easy access, Guy whispers in her ear if she would like to go back to his place to continue their date. "Most definitly" she says. Guy explains he shares a home with his 3 friends and she didn't mind a bit.

 

Chris is sitting on top of a wall over looking the city, he is so very hurt. He thinks to himself if only he understood women. If only he had the confidence Guy, Jonny, and Will have. He hangs his head down and wipes a tear away knowing he really treated Rachel terribly.

Will finally finds Chris and proceeds to hop up on the wall and sits down next to him.

 

"The city looks brilliant at night, doesn't it." Will say's. "Yeah" Chris answered, playing with his fingers. Will asks " So what went wrong?" Chris is quick to say "Nothing, we had a go of it, and I decided to walk home." "Well Rachel came back into the bar really pissed and not speaking highly of you." Will explained. Chris looks at Will and pleads" Oh Will I am so messed up with girls, I need someone to help me get over this selfishness I seam to have, I just Fuck and Toss." Will scratches his stubbley chin and say's, "Right, I have someone to introduce you to, that will help you learn some tricks, she's older, but might be able to help you out." Chris looks at him and say's, "Anything man, I just need to learn." Will say's "You need to learn, your going to be the lead singer in the biggest band in the world someday."

To be continued..

 

 

 

OOPS SORRY OUT OF ORDER

PART 3 IS THE TOP SO READ 1

AND 2 FIRST, SORRY. LOL

 

 

 

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Light's will guide you home

and ignite your bones and

A Warning Sign: I wanna see a cat fight between Guy and Chris. Yes. A cat fight. :P

 

See Free: :o

 

Everything's Not Lost: Bahahaha...Jonny. :rolleyes:

Corkus: Thanks for the advice, rushing into a story never works right.

 

Miss Lestrade: It could be dark, but not completely chaotic, we'll just have to wait and see. Oh and im not experienced, i just read a lot.

 

Thanks for the comments everyone! Inspiration hit me again this morning and chap 2 is halfway finished, hopefully it will be done tonight. :)

 

See you soon: This was an amazing story!! Wish there was more to it though.

 

A Warning Sign: This is so well writen!! Can't wait for the next part, great job!!!

 

Everything's Not Lost: Oh I cant wait for the next part!! Hopefully soon? :)

A Warning Sign: I wanna see a cat fight between Guy and Chris. Yes. A cat fight. :P

 

YEAH!Cat fight!Meow

Hi butterfly, what's your name? mine is tracey, Glad you liked it, I will try to have next chapter soon, I do have to warn tho, one of these chapters WILL be kinda explicit on Chris's part, he's gotta go learn from someone the art in Making a woman happy, so I hope I don't offend anyone.;)

Hi butterfly, what's your name? mine is tracey, Glad you liked it, I will try to have next chapter soon, I do have to warn tho, one of these chapters WILL be kinda explicit on Chris's part, he's gotta go learn from someone the art in Making a woman happy, so I hope I don't offend anyone.;)

 

you can call me valerie :-) its great-- the way you portray the characters, can't wait for more ^L^

 

Schoolboys: Interesting idea! Loving it so far! Please continue :-)

Corkus: Thanks for the advice, rushing into a story never works right.

 

Miss Lestrade: It could be dark, but not completely chaotic, we'll just have to wait and see. Oh and im not experienced, i just read a lot.

 

Thanks for the comments everyone! Inspiration hit me again this morning and chap 2 is halfway finished, hopefully it will be done tonight. :)

 

See you soon: This was an amazing story!! Wish there was more to it though.

 

A Warning Sign: This is so well writen!! Can't wait for the next part, great job!!!

 

Everything's Not Lost: Oh I cant wait for the next part!! Hopefully soon? :)

 

Reading does have a huge influence on writing. :lol:

No, I'm not expecting something ridiculously depressing, just...suspenseful.

Corkus: Thanks for the advice, rushing into a story never works right.

 

Miss Lestrade: It could be dark, but not completely chaotic, we'll just have to wait and see. Oh and im not experienced, i just read a lot.

 

Thanks for the comments everyone! Inspiration hit me again this morning and chap 2 is halfway finished, hopefully it will be done tonight. :)

 

See you soon: This was an amazing story!! Wish there was more to it though.

 

A Warning Sign: This is so well writen!! Can't wait for the next part, great job!!!

 

Everything's Not Lost: Oh I cant wait for the next part!! Hopefully soon? :)

 

well thanks!! might write a new one sometime in the future. :D

Schoolboys--Part 6 (is it? I think...) :P

 

 

 

Jonny’s POV

 

So I went to church with Chris and his family, squeezing awkwardly into the end of the pew. We were pressed together at the shoulder; the church was so crowded. Chris whispered an apology into my ear during the homily, and I shrugged to show I didn’t mind.

 

The service finally finished, and Chris grabbed the back of my jacket as I began to navigate the aisle. I looked back at him, a bit exasperated. What an amusing sight we must have been making. “I don’t wanna lose you, man.” he offered as an explanation.

 

“Oh, let go.” I told him, fighting my way through the crowd.

 

“Fine,” he sighed, letting go of my shirt. As I got nearer to the door, I lost him. I turned around and leaned against the closest window, scanning the faces in the crowd. I spotted his brother, who trotted over to join me. We waited a few minutes before the rest of the Martin family appeared, Chris giving me a smug look. “See?” he said. “You got lost!”

 

“I made it to the exit before you.” I pointed out. Chris scoffed in reply, and his mother smiled.

 

“Oh, Jonny.” Chris muttered. He took his little sister from his mum’s arms and turned her to face me. “Look, Nicola.” he cooed, bouncing her a bit. “Look at my mean best friend.” I reached forward and tickled her chin.

 

“Pay no attention to the boy holding you, darling.” I laughed.

 

“Boys,” scolded Mrs. Martin.

 

“Sorry, mum.” Chris said quickly.

“Chris, why don’t you walk Jonny home? We’ll take the car.”

 

“Do you mind walking?” he asked me, passing Nicola to his brother to hold.

 

“No, not at all.” I said. “Thanks for bringing me, Mrs. Martin.” I added, smiling at her.

 

“You’re very welcome, Jonny.” she said warmly, beginning to move towards the exit. Chris and I followed her until we got outside. Then I slowed, waiting for Chris to meet me at the stairs. To my surprise, he was already next to me.

 

“Well?” he said, rubbing his hands together. I swept my arm out dramatically.

 

“After you, sir.”

 

“Why, thank you, Jeeves.” said Chris, putting on a ridiculous accent. I laughed, purely at the sound of his voice. “Come, Jeeves, don’t laugh! Let us quit this place and venture to your residence!” With that, my companion jumped down the stairs and started skipping off down the sidewalk. Still laughing, I hopped after him.

 

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Okay. So after this chapter, the excitement really starts! It gets better, I promise. :D

 

 

 

ok. so, i started writing a story over the summer and it had to do with Chris and Jonny. when i began it, i had no idea what it was gonna be about, and to be honest i still have no idea really where it's going, but i figured i may as well write more of it and post it here! i don't know how good it is or will be, but i'll let you guys decide.

 

so, here goes nothing:

How Infinite is Space?

(by Brooke)

 

Part 1:

 

 

"Do you know what's exceedingly dull?"

 

"What?"

 

"This."

 

Chris and Jonny were standing on the corner outside of their apartment, waiting for the bus to come. This was the third time in a row this week that the bus was late. The other two days weren't so bad, and the bus had only been a few minutes late, but today the bus was a good forty minutes late. Chris had almost considered walking to the office, but he decided against it when he realised they lived well over ten miles away from their workplace.

 

"Yeah, well, if you hadn't gone and crashed the car into a pole, we wouldn't be standing here." Jonny was still quite angry with Chris for smashing the lovely car he had received from his mom as a birthday present. He was especially upset when he found out he would have to take the bus to work for a month while it was being fixed, as he had hated taking the bus ever since his grandmother had decided to become a bus driver. Of course, with Jonny's luck, his grandmother ended up driving the very same bus that took them to work everyday.

 

"I said I was sorry! And I'm telling you, that pole was not there the last time I drove onto that sidewalk." Neither of the two men were sure whether or not Chris was joking in that last sentence, and as a result there was an awkward silence that lasted a few seconds. Then the bus finally arrived.

 

Chris and Jonny walked on to the bus to find that it was packed with people. There weren't any seats available for them to share, so they had to split up. Jonny sat next to a blond girl that he found attractive, which made him quite happy and made him almost forget his hatred for the bus that his grandmother drove. Chris, on the other hand, was forced to sit next to a man who was constantly itching his head, dandruff falling everywhere, and smelled like he didn't shower with water, but instead chose to shower with pickle juice.

 

When they finally arrived at the tall brick building they had come to know and love, Jonny nearly forgot to get off the bus due to the fact that his eyes were practically glued to the blond girl, and Chris had almost passed out from the horrible odor the man next to him was producing. Luckily, they both were conscious enough to see that they needed to leave the bus.

 

As they walked up to the glass doors in the front of the building, everything suddenly grew dark. They might have just passed it off as clouds covering the sun, but it was so dark that the only thing either one of them could think to do was to look up. That's when they saw it- the giant spaceship. Both Chris and Jonny, as well as several other pedestrians on the street, stared up at the massive flying saucer that had been large enough to block out the sunlight.

 

"Holy..."

 

"...shit."

 

 

 

Part 2:

 

 

"What the hell is going on out here? Why aren't you two inside?" Chris and Jonny's supervisor had exited the building to find the pair staring up at the sky, looking completely awestruck.

 

"Because there's a spaceship up there," Jonny replied, pointing up towards the spacecraft.

 

"Excuse me? Are you mental?"

 

"No. Look up." The supervisor looked up to find that Jonny was not mental at all, and that there was indeed a spaceship in the sky.

 

"Oh. Well, then I guess you're not." Looking back quickly at the two men he said, "Right, then. You lot need to get inside now. There's work to be done."

 

Chris slowly looked at his supervisor and started to reluctantly walk towards the building. At that very same moment, a giant box fell from the spaceship and landed a foot away from where Jonny was standing. The box, which was almost the same size as Jonny, was blue and had the words FOR CHRIS written on it.

 

"Hey, mate, it's for you."

 

"Seriously?" Chris asked in disbelief. He turned around to look at the box, and then added, "No way, man. There's got to be hundreds of people called Chris in this town alone. It can't be for me."

 

"Sure it can. It landed right next to where you were standing before."

 

"And that makes it mine then?"

 

"Yes. We should open it up."

 

"Are you sure you're not mental?" Jonny gave Chris an 'I'm-not-amused' look. "Come on, we have no idea what's in there."

 

"That's exactly why we should open it, to see what's in there!"

 

"But what if it's some weird alien thing that blows us up? Then we'll be dead."

 

"Yeah, but at least we'll have found out what's inside. Besides, aren't you curious to see why it's for you?"

 

"I told you before, there's no way it's for me." Jonny opened his mouth to say something, but Chris quickly cut him off. "I don't care if it's got my name on it, and I don't care if it landed where I was. It's not mine."

 

"Fine then. Let's just get to work."

 

Jonny and Chris walked into the tall brick building like they did every other day. Except today, obviously, was different. Instead of working for three hours then taking an hour break for lunch, they worked for three hours then took a never-ending lunch break.

 

For lunch, Chris and Jonny went down to a restaurant across the street from where they worked. They chose a table next to the window that looked out into the street. While they were ordering ("I think I'll have the cheeseburger." "Again? My God, Chris, are you seriously that boring?" "Yes, yes I am.") another box fell, this time on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant. The box was almost identical to the first one, which was still standing in the exact spot it had landed, except that this time the letters spelling FOR CHRIS were larger and more urgent-looking.

 

"No way," said Chris, who had just given his menu to the waitress.

 

"What?"

 

"There's another box." Jonny looked away from the waitress and out the window. As he saw the words written on the box, a grin formed on his face.

 

"Now do you believe it's for you?" he asked in an I-told-you-so way.

 

"Oh, shut up. I guess we should go look at it then, eh?"

 

"Yeah, but can we eat first? I'm starving." After their nice lunch, Chris and Jonny walked out onto the sidewalk to examine the box and its contents. Chris took a good half-hour to stare at the letters and yell at Jonny, who continuously tried to open the box.

 

"Can't we open it yet?"

 

"No, not yet. I have to make sure that it wont explode."

 

"How are you gonna do that just by looking at the letters?"

 

"I don't know." Chris stared at the box for another minute, then said, "Fine, fine. We'll open it." Jonny's face lit up and he ran towards the box like it was his birthday present. When he finally got it open, he was shocked to see what was inside. There it was, a baby alien.

 

"Well, I didn't see that coming."

 

 

 

and i'm currently working on part 3. :)

great update from Schoolboys! haha chris getting lost in church xD can't wait for the next part!! :)

How Infinite is Space? - great start!!

 

 

Crossing the line

 

 

Chapter 2: Room 42

 

I`m back here again, this very same room I last set foot in eight years ago, and yet nothing much had changed. I look over my shoulder and spot a ticking clock, I don`t remember what I had for dinner earlier but for a second I was alarmed to see the minute hand move reversely. Maybe I’m hallucinating… I shake my head to clear the illusion and turned back to my seat. Raindrops fall heavy outside, streaking the window with little patterns and tapping rhythmically with the ticking clock. Knowing the time I have left I sit on the rickety chair by the far corner. I turn on the table lamp at the corner of the desk, it flickers and a small pool of light illuminates the room. I then pick up my pen and proceed to write:

 

 

Daylight is approaching in a few hours and what I`m about to do cannot be explained on paper, nor can it be stopped. I bought a .44 magnum revolver the other week, it was the perfect kind- smooth, slick, cool, and it just felt right in my hand. I liked the way it felt when I held it; it makes me feel calm, like I can do whatever I want. My father would have been proud of me, I’ve become just like him after all, when he never thought I could. He was never fond of the things I got as a kid, said it made me too soft. He was always aggressive, an retired navy seal who had lost his right eye during combat training and he had a violent side that when unleashed resulted in rage and a garble of angry words, and he was determined that I grew up to be a man. I have made so many regrets in my life, but all that is about to change. Nothing is in my way now and once my mind is set on something… its set. I have had to reassure myself a few times and now it’s settled.

 

I wear an assortment of black clothing because it makes me feel more anonymous that way, I decide against wearing a ski mask- which I think is ridiculous and unnecessary for this event- and certainly I don’t want any attention drawn towards me. I just wish I knew of a way to handle what I have, this strange power that never seizes to grip me with fear. I had told myself not to panic- Don’t Panic, I say to myself. I needed a way to control it or a way to suppress it but I know I am powerless, it doesn’t matter that I have a revolver, this isn’t something I could get rid of that easily, instead I have to live with it.

 

 

I drop my pen and walk across the room to retrieve my vest. It lies dangling on the edge of my bed so I put it on and look outside again. Another flash strips the black sky, followed by thunder as the rain continues to invade the city below. I finally stop observing the weather and my ears catch a few words coming out of the blaring TV set- “Joanna Sky, last seen Thursday evening, 7:49 pm, walking home alone. If you have any…” The floor is strewn with assorted articles of newspaper, clothing and other basic belongings that I quickly pick up and cram into the closet.

 

The clock tells me it is time. I pick up my revolver and get ready to leave when suddenly I have this urge to add one last thing to the letter. I walk back to the desk and quickly scribble:

 

This is New York, the city that thrives from daily affairs. Where people take action, whether it is to prosper or do the complete opposite, whichever one you choose, it’s only worthwhile if it ends up on the news. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

 

 

- Sam

 

XXX

AN: Kinda suckish chapter, hopefully soon I could add some action

to the storyline (which I love). Again, any feedback is welcome.

Any problems, maybe the font is too small :? let me know!

Thanks for reading :-)

XXX

 

 

These stories are really good. Waiting on the next chapters (hint. hint..)

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Brooke, That is funny!! Good Job!! Alien baby!!! Haaaaaaaaaaaa.

 

Emma, I love it so far!!!!

 

Kyra, this is a cool story, great read!!!!

 

Valerie, Oooh getting interesting!!!

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YAY!!!! Your story is back!Love it

 

 

School Boys (Chris in church :)) and Crossing the Line are brilliant.

emma i love ur story its very sweet

great update from Schoolboys! haha chris getting lost in church xD can't wait for the next part!! :)

How Infinite is Space? - great start!!

 

 

Crossing the line

 

 

Chapter 2: Room 42

 

I`m back here again, this very same room I last set foot in eight years ago, and yet nothing much had changed. I look over my shoulder and spot a ticking clock, I don`t remember what I had for dinner earlier but for a second I was alarmed to see the minute hand move reversely. Maybe I’m hallucinating… I shake my head to clear the illusion and turned back to my seat. Raindrops fall heavy outside, streaking the window with little patterns and tapping rhythmically with the ticking clock. Knowing the time I have left I sit on the rickety chair by the far corner. I turn on the table lamp at the corner of the desk, it flickers and a small pool of light illuminates the room. I then pick up my pen and proceed to write:

 

 

Daylight is approaching in a few hours and what I`m about to do cannot be explained on paper, nor can it be stopped. I bought a .44 magnum revolver the other week, it was the perfect kind- smooth, slick, cool, and it just felt right in my hand. I liked the way it felt when I held it; it makes me feel calm, like I can do whatever I want. My father would have been proud of me, I’ve become just like him after all, when he never thought I could. He was never fond of the things I got as a kid, said it made me too soft. He was always aggressive, an retired navy seal who had lost his right eye during combat training and he had a violent side that when unleashed resulted in rage and a garble of angry words, and he was determined that I grew up to be a man. I have made so many regrets in my life, but all that is about to change. Nothing is in my way now and once my mind is set on something… its set. I have had to reassure myself a few times and now it’s settled.

 

I wear an assortment of black clothing because it makes me feel more anonymous that way, I decide against wearing a ski mask- which I think is ridiculous and unnecessary for this event- and certainly I don’t want any attention drawn towards me. I just wish I knew of a way to handle what I have, this strange power that never seizes to grip me with fear. I had told myself not to panic- Don’t Panic, I say to myself. I needed a way to control it or a way to suppress it but I know I am powerless, it doesn’t matter that I have a revolver, this isn’t something I could get rid of that easily, instead I have to live with it.

 

 

I drop my pen and walk across the room to retrieve my vest. It lies dangling on the edge of my bed so I put it on and look outside again. Another flash strips the black sky, followed by thunder as the rain continues to invade the city below. I finally stop observing the weather and my ears catch a few words coming out of the blaring TV set- “Joanna Sky, last seen Thursday evening, 7:49 pm, walking home alone. If you have any…” The floor is strewn with assorted articles of newspaper, clothing and other basic belongings that I quickly pick up and cram into the closet.

 

The clock tells me it is time. I pick up my revolver and get ready to leave when suddenly I have this urge to add one last thing to the letter. I walk back to the desk and quickly scribble:

 

This is New York, the city that thrives from daily affairs. Where people take action, whether it is to prosper or do the complete opposite, whichever one you choose, it’s only worthwhile if it ends up on the news. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

 

 

- Sam

 

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AN: Kinda suckish chapter, hopefully soon I could add some action

to the storyline (which I love). Again, any feedback is welcome.

Any problems, maybe the font is too small :? let me know!

Thanks for reading :-)

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You are TOTALLY getting me into this stroy. Holy shit. When I finished reading that part, it started raining outside. Kind of scary :uhoh:

 

and damn, Jonny is going to be some serious mofo if I got your story right, holy crap!

 

I'm so looking forward to your next part :shocked3:

^ I'm terrified. :o And hooked. :P

Finally got a chance to finish reading a few fics :D

 

See You Soon: I loooved this story, really interesting storyline and a sweet ending

 

Lovers In Japan: Ooh, I loved how this ended, the whole thing was really exciting to read too.

 

High Speed: That was an interesting start, I really hope you'll continue!

 

Speed of Sound: Awesome fic, and the ending leaves it a bit open ended, maybe there will be more?

 

Crossing the Line: Very nice tone and voice you've got going here, I can't wait to see what'll happen next!

 

Schoolboys: Aha! Again, I have to tell you I love this story, it's so fun to see them as kids and the personalities you've created for them are spot on.

 

 

Sorry if I didn't get a chance to comment on everyones, they're are so many great fics here, I've read them all though and really enjoy them :nice:

To everyone who has read chapter # 35 of my story, you better reread it, as I just noticed that there was a little part missing at the end :(

Sorry for this.

 

And while sorting this out, I have also uploaded another chapter :)

Okay! :D

How Infinite is Space?

 

Part 3

 

 

 

"Am I still dreaming? 'Cause if I am that might somewhat explain this." Chris stared at the baby alien, who was purple and wrapped in a navy blue blanket that appeared to be large enough to cover the whole box. The purple baby alien was what Chris estimated to be the size of a shoe box, and it looked at him with a grin on its face, just as clueless as Chris and Jonny were.

 

"Well, I think it's cute," Jonny said, breaking the silence that had lasted for a few minutes as the boys were taking in the shock of having received a baby alien. "I mean, look at it, smiling like that. It reminds me of that one time when you-"

 

"WHOA, Jonny. Let's not bring that up again."

 

"But it was only-"

 

"I don't care what 'it was only'! I don't need to be reminded of my foolish youth."

 

"It was last month, Chris."

 

"Yeah, and I've matured a lot since then." Chris really hadn't matured a lot since then, but he also didn't want to be reminded of his stupid mistake to publicly announce that he loved watching "The Hills". Sighing, he continued, "What are we gonna do with this thing?"

 

"We? It's for you, not me, mate."

 

"Yeah, but you're the one who wanted me to open the damn thing!"

 

"OK, OK. You can chill out, Chris. It really is an adorable... alien.. baby... thing, so I'll help you. Have you got... an inflatable mattress?"

 

"No."

 

"Then we have a problem."

 

"Well, of course we have a problem, Jonny. There's an alien baby addressed to me that was sent by a spaceship. A SPACESHIP, Jon! Not a delivery truck. A spaceship. That's a big problem."

 

"I don't think it's such a big problem. In fact, that's pretty normal where I come from. And what's all this baby business anyway?" Chris and Jonny stared at the crate in disbelief. There was absolutely no way that such a small being could produce such a massive, deep voice, especially if that being was perceived to be a baby.

 

"WHAT THE HEIDI??" Chris shouted, forgetting all about his vow to never reference "The Hills" again. He soon realised what he had said, but felt that given the circumstances he could let it slide. Jonny also caught Chris' outburst, decided he couldn't just let it slide, and then looked at him and laughed histerically.

 

"I'm sixty-four years old, you know. At least, in your years I am." The purple alien stood up and walked out of the crate, keeping the blanket on as he did so. Chris still stared at the being in total awe, but Jonny had redirected his laughing at the alien. "That's twice your age. I'm not a baby."

 

"Well, you sure look like one!" Not once in his life had Jonny ever thought about what he was saying until it was too late, and that day was no exception. After his clever remark, the alien lifted Jonny up ten feet into the air using only two of his small fingers. Frightened, Jonny cried, "OK, OK! You can put me down now!"

 

"Yes, I can. But I don't think I will." Still holding Jonny up, the alien turned to Chris and said, "I'm Retaw O. Ssalg. I've been sent here to take you, Chris. We need your help."

 

"Help? What help could I possibly be?" Chris was utterly surprised that anything would ever require his assistance. He had never been any help to anyone, and he didn't believe that he had any special talents. He couldn't help but think that maybe the crate was addressed to someone else, and perhaps the space creatures had shipped it to the wrong Chris.

 

"You will save our world, Chris Martin."

 

"Oh." It was definitely the right Chris. "In that case then, when will I be back? 'Cause my lunch break's almost over."