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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jul 3, 2007 16:51:36 GMT -5
ok i'll post some then.
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Post by Ali on Jul 3, 2007 17:14:11 GMT -5
yey!!
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jul 3, 2007 17:21:40 GMT -5
so are you gonna post anymore of this story? cuz if you dont, i'm not posting any of mine!
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Post by Ali on Jul 4, 2007 7:50:23 GMT -5
wait, what? That is so not fucking fair! Meanie!
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jul 4, 2007 9:45:43 GMT -5
yeah, im addicted to posting so. whatever post when you feel like it. lol just needed to pressure you a little
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Post by Ali on Jul 5, 2007 9:53:21 GMT -5
hmph, maybe I'll post what I've got written.
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jul 5, 2007 13:42:16 GMT -5
that would be good. =]
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Post by Ali on Jul 6, 2007 3:55:09 GMT -5
Only a short chapter, but I need to get some shut eye. enjoy!--- _______________________________________________________ The little mouse headed back to its hole in the skirting board rubbed its eyes once more and made a dash for the gap. It scampered downwards, through the nooks and crannies of the house and into the kitchen.
Bob and Ray did not live in the same house and had gone home to their wives.
Gerard was now in the kitchen, grabbing some money and a small hunk of cheese. He was in a rush as he wanted to set out as quickly as he possibly could to begin his journey to discover what had motivated his bride to kill herself. A small crumb of cheese fell from the table and the mouse nibbled it and darted out of sight before Gerard spotted it. Gerard ate the cheese and headed for the door.
Mikey and Frank left their bedrooms at the same time, greeting each other with a smile as they did and headed downstairs. It was about midday now and it seemed that perhaps, though parts of life were pretty grim now, perhaps there were glimmers of hope. The sound of a horse's hooves and a carriage drawing up outside on the otherwise noiseless cobbled street were heard. Mikey poked his face out of the tall window on the stairwell and his face fell grim as he realised that it was the detective. "Oh, Frank they're back..." Mikey turned from the window and headed down the last few remaining steps to reach the door as there was a knock. Frank nodded to the detective as he appeared at the open doorway. "Mikey, I'll get some tea, I just have to go to the study once its done, I think I left something in there..." Frank told him, disappearing down the corridor. Mikey stepped aside to let the detective in, he was alone today. Leading him through to the parlour, the detective took his hat and coat off, taking in the scenery of many framed paintings of the Way's family. They sat down. "Is your brother not here, erm...Gerald, is it?" the detective asked, making notes already. Mikey thought, he'd not seen him, but he'd only just got up and the mansion was quite big... "I don't know, I didn't hear the door open-" "I see and could you tell m-" the detective and Mikey looked up at the same moment, a blood curdling cry and the sound of smashing rockery was heard. they ran through the kitchen and into the study to find Frank staring at the walls. Cherry tea soaked through the once white rug like blood. The word 'killer' had been scrawled across every inch of the walls. Mikey heard footsteps fall heavily in the hall way and Gerard came in, he must've heard Frank's scream. The four looked up at the walls and the detective tore up the notes that he'd made the previous day. Maybe this wasn't suicide.
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jul 6, 2007 9:49:25 GMT -5
ooooo more!
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Post by Ali on Jul 24, 2007 11:05:31 GMT -5
Gerard's mouth fell open and his whole body shook as a new wave of tears came over him. Whoever had done this was tearing him up. He wrapped his arms around himself and fell to the floor, his head resting in the spot where the red tea had been spilt. He howled with pain and curled up, sobbing.
The detective stepped away and just looked at Gerard a little astonished. he'd seen men cry a couple of times, but never this severely, he felt a little disturbed. As far as he'd known, only children cried like this. He thought he felt Frank look up at him briefly and turned away, busying himself with notes.
Frank looked away from the detective and down at Gerard, rubbing his arm to comfort him, then gently rocking him back and forth to stop the tears. He wanted to wrap his arms around his friend, but restrained himself. He didn't like the detective being here in the first place, never mind taking notes on their private life. They could sort this out themselves.
Mikey must've felt the fire coming from Frank, because he took a step back as Frank jumped up wildly and swiped the quill and notebook from the detective, casting them into the remaining embers of the fire. Tears were in his eyes. "There's nothing to write about here...just emotions to calm and a wall to clean, please leave us alone..." His voice wouldn't go on as an overwhelming sorrow came over him and he too, sunk to the floor beside Gerard, crying rivers.
Mikey fought back tears as he met the detective's eyes who, very politely, it must be said, tilted his hat and with a nod showed himself to the door.
__________________________ I know, I know, very very short, but I keep getting writers blcok
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