Thursday, 6 June 2013


Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

And, naturally, by ears I mean time.

And by time I mean your time to comment.

As in, I'm going to post a teaser paragraph and see if you want to know what happens before and after what happens in said paragraph?

Kay? Kay.

After school Ainsley and I met up with my girlfriend, Alex, and Ainsley’s boyfriend, Chandler, and we went out for dinner. It was when Chandler was driving us home that things really became unusual. Nothing extraordinary happened, it was just Chandler’s car running out of gas that, if anything, was hugely inconvenient. So, basically, the four of us are now walking down a highway in search of a phone or reception. And it’s dark. And it’s raining.
Because life’s a bitch.
Anyway, I’m somewhere between very and extremely jealous of Ainsley right now, simply because Chandler gave her his jacket. I, however, am jacketless because Alex forgot hers so I had to give her mine. I feel her hand link with mine.
“I’m sorry I forgot my jacket, Zoey…” Alex says.
“I know.”
“I’ll remember next time.” She coos.
“I know.”
“How can I make it up to you?” she asks, sensing my speedily worsening mood.
“When we get home, you’re making me dinner. And you’re making a blanket nest around me. And you’re being my servant.”
“Oh, so you’re coming to my place after we get a ride?” she says, challenging me. I look at her and her face immediately drops and she nods.
“Okay.” The four of us walk in silence for a little while longer, but soon enough I’m tired of walking through the rain.
“Guys, the other side of the road is covered, can’t we cross and walk there?” I ask. Chandler shrugs.
“Do what you want, I’m not the boss of you.” Ainsley mutters. I nod and look at the road, checking both ways for headlights before stepping out onto the road. I'm little more than halfway across the six lanes when I hear tires screeching- There aren't any headlights. I'm on the ground. Am I on the ground? Where are the headlight? I can hear someone talking. Or are they screaming? Am I screaming? The ground's wet. Why am I on the ground? Shouldn't there be headlights?

Comment? Deal.


  1. Is it cheating that I already know what happens after the paragraph?

    In any case, I want to know what happens after the bit after the next bit.

    So basically, more. Now.


  2. Different. Peculiar.

    You're more casual in the way in which you write, which I think I like.

    I'm not going to lie, something about it bugs me ever so slightly. What it is, I honestly don't know... But something about it bugs me.

    But, yes. I would love to read some more.
    I'm not sure why you're asking, to be honest. You know I love reading what you write. c: <3

  3. There should be head lights. I like the title on this one.
    This was good, and by good, I mean I like it.
    Read my stupid comic thing:

  4. I'm interested to know what happened before, but I really want to know what happens after! You left us at a cliffhanger!


    (By the way, that is supposed to be read in a creepy voice, and you're supposed to picture me with a mustache.)

  6. The last paragraph was very Dickens

  7. It's goooood.

    Does she die?

    I betcha she becomes Zombified.