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Last by: mercurialsm on 21 May 2013 • Contributions: 1 of 100
"I'm bored ", came a voice from the back seat. Earl , a lanky nineteen year old , was again expriencing one of his moments of restlestness. He had been the most enthusiastic when the group decided to explore the Nocturn valley and its many myths.
However , It seemed , the lack of any action had taken its toll on Earl.
" It's only 10 more miles to go , bud " , replied Jon.
Jon , the 20 yr old de facto leader of the group , held the steering wheel more firmly. He could barely see out of the wind screen. The mist was closing in on them from all sides.
" I hope the cottage survives this night " , said Gary , as another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky. Gary looked out of the window trying to make some sense of his surroundings .
Gary , was the youngest member of the group at 18 yrs of age. He had an easy going outlook towards life. Always ready for a challenge , he liked taking things as they came.
The car screeched to a halt causing Earl to fall out of his seat.
" Jon , what happened ? " said Gary
Jon pointed out of the window unable to speak.
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 4 of 999
Last night we'd spent a few hours in the bunker. Earlier in the day, my mother had called me.
She said, "I have some news."
I said, "Who died now"? We'd been having a slew of deaths in the family. I never expected her to say it was Charlie.
When she said, "Charlie." I dropped the phone. I was in Iraq. Single. No children. My dog, Charlie was dead.
He was a rescue. I remember being disappointed when I went to meet him. He was larger than I expected and he didn't seem to like me very much. Within a few days we were on the same team. If you have never lived in NYC you don't know how lonely a city full of people can be. You can never understand how much a dog can be your best friend.
I ordered take-out for two.
What was I going to come home to if it wasn't my best friend? We were going to buy a VW bug and drive around the country. Now what?
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 2 of 100
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 3 of 100
I called John at 5:38am to take my flight. He was on a layover and the return would have gotten him back in time for his scheduled flight. We'd done this so many times, so many times.
I was laying in bed when I felt John shaking me awake. I could see him, but it wasn't him. He was trying to tell me something. God, I was still drunk, and he kept repeating it. I had to tell someone something, it was important.
When I woke up and saw the news. I saw that I killed my friend. I had to figure out what his message was. I had to.