SFO Archive Forums - My story - 3 chapters so far..

Well i decided to come back with a story im working on
enjoy it, i really don't have a name for it but tell me if you
like it i rushed..

:colgate:

CHAPTER 1

It was a cold winters day. As the snow lightly fell from the washington skies, I walked down the
lonley road. checking my silver watch every five minutes to see what time it was. I really don't
know where I was walking. I never even thought the series of events that happend to me that day would
happen. As i continued walking down the lonley road i came across a dark figure standing the right
coner of graves st. it looked mysterious, it looked as if it was waiting for someone, it looked like
it had been standing there for months, mabey years. "Excuse me.." was all I said before the wind blew.
It caried the fall twigs and leaves into the air, and the mysterious figure dissapeard. I felt like
i was drifting away just as the twigs and leaves. I headed towards home, and all that was on my mind
for the day was that dark figrure that was stading in the coner of the street..

CHAPTER 2

The next day the snow was falling harder. I took the same lonley path to get yet
another look at the figure standing there that day. When i got to graves st. i saw the black
wavy figure yet again, but i wanted to get a closer look. Stedily and slowly i aproched the
figure my foot steping on the crunching leaves and twigs. This time I saw him perfectly
he had. brown wrinkeld skin, scars covered his face. While on his head he had a worn out
slightly ripped gangster hat. He had a torn brown overcoat that covered most of his body.
The collar of the brown overcoat covered his mouth; and he had wrinkled black leather shoes
"wh- wh- who are you?" i asked with studers of fear. A cold dark voice of a old man responed
with "I have no name". Everyone has a name i said with fear running down my spine. "well mabey
i'm not everyone". he responded with the same cold dark voice. "true" i said. "but it wasent allways
like that" He said softly. "do you like long stories" he continued. as i shaked form the cold
i nooded my head softly. "then i shall tell you from the beggining" he said.

CHAPTER 3

It all stared on the humid tropical june day of 1790. I was running throught the flower
fields tripping on my shoelaces many times. I got tierd of running and droped to the floor with
a PLOP! i closed my eyes gentley and relaxed. i would open my eyes time by time to gaze into the
blue sky and watch the white clouds go passing by. i was glad. Glad to know that i was 7 year old
child enjoying my time. i watched the monarcas flying by landing on flowers to sip sweet nectar.
I watched robins in their nests, in the tall oak trees feeding their young. I even smelled the aroma
of the roses. I picked a dandilion and inhaled hard. the seeds of the flower made me sneeze but it
felt great. I felt unhuman, i felt like i was floating in the vast hevans.

ill tell you when im finshied i really don't know how
many chapters there are in my story.. :dozingoff:

Edited By Z-z on 1107382971