That Little Girlie

    Crouching in the dark, hidden in the shadows, a pair of gleaming eyes looked out yet again for the young girl. It was the third day of waiting for her to walk pass. That was all he needed. Just her walking towards this bush and it would all be done.

    His luminous eyes shined with impatience. Where was she? Why was she taking so long? People had told him he was foolish. He had laughed at them. Why was killing her so bad? She had done a lot worse things to him.

    Anyway he was prepared. He had a comfortable patch, as comfortable as lying underneath a prickly sharp bush can possibly be. There were confusing darts that flew through the air without a sound that would kill any living thing in 3.8 seconds flat and the daggers if the darts proved unsuccessful. Any waste would simply be scooped up and thrown out of the bush. And that includes toilet waste. He had food and water to last another day then that was that. He would fail.

    He gritted his teeth. Failure was unacceptable. He had another day – bags of time there was no need to worry. But lying under a bush with nothing to do really makes a person dwell on the maybes of life. But in maybes there is always the chance that you succeed and that was what kept him going. Sure ¾ of his precious waiting time was spent but what about the other ¼? That definitely wasn’t spent as well.

    As he was pondering on this he heard music to his ears - the sound of footsteps. He looked carefully through the well-organised hole in the bushes. Then he realised he had struck gold.

    He saw the neat shiny black school shoes and the long socks that had fallen down to her ankles. Her knees were all dirty from a tough day at school and falling over in the playground.

    “Hi Mummy!” said the young schoolgirl “I had great day at school, we did finger paint . . . ”

    He grabbed for the darts and gun. He pulled the trigger fast, aiming at her podgy knee.

    Chaos broke out as she slipped to the floor.

To be continued . . . or you could read something else instead. Go back to the top!

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Vortex

CHAPTER 1

THE FIRST DREAM

I stared long and hard at the road in front of me. I had no money; in fact, all I actually owned was the ragged clothes on my back. I had found this murky water in the harsh, dry desert land I found myself in. There was no buildings or signs of civilisation only a dusty track that led on further than the eye could see.

    I looked behind me and found that the track was leading at the back of me as well. I found this strange, as I had just walked out of a large city crowded with busy people. The people there had told me never to go out into the desert, as after you had gone a few yards you simply vanish into thin air. I thought of this as a childish rumour that made no sense. The people there also told me that the desert was at the edge of the world and once you step out the city you fall until the end of time. I ignored this too. But it seemed weird for a city to disappear. Was this some cruel trick that the people set up, just for fun or were they really telling the truth? Something was up, and I vowed to find out what was happening.

    I first looked for any large mirrors but I failed to find any. I next ran in the direction of the city but greatly injured myself on an invisible force field. I began throwing dust and gravel at the force but nothing happened. I gave up the game as it was tiring me and I did not want to give up all of my strength on something that didn’t particularly matter. If I were forced to stay here I would make the best of it.  

To be continued . . . but maybe not so soon see that I’m up to my arms in homework and up to my chin in commitments. No, not that type of commitment!

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