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The Eclectic Pen - Three

By: Leslie S.  
Date Submitted: 7/5/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction
Words: 386

  That man is still chasing me. I ran through the halls of the Empire State building with a madman right on my tail. A burst of gunfire echoed on the walls, and holes appeared in front of me. I took a sharp right and ran toward the elevator. I stopped and pressed the 'Call' button. At least ten times.

I saw the man turn the corner, holding that black machine gun. The elevator doors opened and I dashed in, right before the man peppered the wall with bullets. I pushed the 'Lobby' button and sank to the floor. I thought things over as the smooth jazz played. Why was that man chasing me? Why am I being shot at? I didn't know, but I asked anyway.

A thump sounded from above. I stood up, feeling tense. There was a faint clicking sound, then the ceiling exploded down, bullets flying everywhere. I felt a jerk on my arm, and I realized I had been shot.

But I didn't feel any pain. Odd.

The man jumped down on the floor, his shoes making dust clouds puff up. His face was completely black, except for two slits as eyes and a banana shape as a mouth. And he was smiling at me. He put out his right hand, and a bomb appeared. He set the bomb down and pushed a button on it.

"Bomb initiated. Countdown beginning."

The man slowly walked toward me and raised the machine gun. The barrel of the gun looked at my forehead, wiggling slightly, as if to say 'pull the trigger already'. The man started to speak. The voice was harsh, like sandpaper rubbing sandpaper.

"Three da-"

July 1st, 2007

David Alexson jumped up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. An alarm sounded beside his comfy mattress. Stupid clock he thought as he pressed a button, and the sound stopped. He yawned and put the covers back on him. David lay there for five minutes, dozing off here and there. Then he finally forced himself up and out of bed.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. David grabbed a towel and dried off. He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought about the dream he had. "That was too weird."

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Silvercat - - 7/5/2007 11:40 AM ET
Great little dive right into action!
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 7/6/2007 8:26 AM ET
ohhhhh where is the rest I want to see what happens next I really like it.....
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