Post by Mercy on Oct 11, 2006 16:19:43 GMT -5
Living out the dream
Dreaming out the life
The sound was deafening and the gs were blowing his face back. But the sheer joy and amazement on his face out of this world. St. Joshua William Horsey had the death of three people in his hands and one mistake would send them all circling to their death beds, but it was so joyous to see his face with that much happiness on his face.
“ OH MY GOD” the diver shouted through his headset.
“ LANGUAGE!” Tasha one of the passengers replied, with the third sat there a little bit scared. The driver had ginger hair and long pianist fingers, which at that moment were fingering the joystick of the Phantom 945 T, a luxury fighter plane. His long legs sat perfectly on his adjusted seat. The passenger next to him (the one that’s a bit scared) had long dark hair that flowed down out of her helmet down her back. Her hands were shaking but the driver’s hand grabbed them and looked at her straight in the eye.
“ Clare, Clare, it’s alright babe I’ve got you and will never let go.”
The last passenger had shoulder length hair and was brown with a hint of ginger. She sat nearest the window and was looking over the clouds crying.
Ginger the rat sat on the table on it’s back not breathing but still alive, the owner sat in anxious amazement at how the vet did things, he was utterly different to any other vet, maybe that was why he was the best in the country. The vet, with his sheepish hair and white fluffy apron on, waved his hand over ginger and pushed his tiny little lungs with his two pinkies. Ginger coughed and spluttered awake and the owner was extremely happy to see his pet alive “cheers Sheepy.” He shouted through the glass as the vet nurse took Ginger through to him. The vet switched on the T.V to watch the few remaining minutes of the Arsenal Vs. Chelsea match, he started daydreaming about his childhood and the way two of his best friends would play football so competitively a knock on the door shook him back to the real world and he saw the two mates being interviewed. And he started crying.
“So Tommy Davis how does it feel to score the winning goal against you best friend Craig Watts.” The journalist asked
“Well Jamie, it doesn’t feel to bad because I’m sure he knows that I play my best for my team and so does he so we’re just doing our job” Tommy replied his face really tired and he just wanted to go back to his house and celebrate his victory over Chelsea.
“Thank-you Tommy”
Tommy walked out of the interview room found Craig and they both went home to dissolve into a burst of tears.
Scribbles of cars, games, bikes, computers, anything were littered all over the lounge, the dining room, his study and his bedroom.
“Giles, Giles please clean up all your crap or I’ll throw it in the bin.” She’d been asking and threatening for years and yet nothing has happened, but it’s still good to ask. Giles however was one of the best designers in the world and he didn’t just design one thing like a lot of designers do, he designed everything. And his little ginger head was hidden under a pile of papers and he was weeping.
Sheepy waited an hour for the two footballers to get home before he phoned them up to see if they were still going to the evening meal. The answer was a yes and that they would see him there and the rest. So it came to seven pm and everyone met up in Bone Arts Hark, their favourite restaurant, and they sat down on their own table. Tasha, Clare and Josh arrived last with Giles and Sheepy first.
The bone china sat on their table with the grace of a deer but with the hilarity of a hyena of the funny pictures on the napkins, the whole restaurant contrasted with each other little part it worked. The green table clothes with the white bone china on and the red lamps with blue disco lights, it didn’t work so much that it worked, somehow.
don't know where to go now and have run out of ideas. which i always do in all my stories (can anyone help)
Dreaming out the life
The sound was deafening and the gs were blowing his face back. But the sheer joy and amazement on his face out of this world. St. Joshua William Horsey had the death of three people in his hands and one mistake would send them all circling to their death beds, but it was so joyous to see his face with that much happiness on his face.
“ OH MY GOD” the diver shouted through his headset.
“ LANGUAGE!” Tasha one of the passengers replied, with the third sat there a little bit scared. The driver had ginger hair and long pianist fingers, which at that moment were fingering the joystick of the Phantom 945 T, a luxury fighter plane. His long legs sat perfectly on his adjusted seat. The passenger next to him (the one that’s a bit scared) had long dark hair that flowed down out of her helmet down her back. Her hands were shaking but the driver’s hand grabbed them and looked at her straight in the eye.
“ Clare, Clare, it’s alright babe I’ve got you and will never let go.”
The last passenger had shoulder length hair and was brown with a hint of ginger. She sat nearest the window and was looking over the clouds crying.
Ginger the rat sat on the table on it’s back not breathing but still alive, the owner sat in anxious amazement at how the vet did things, he was utterly different to any other vet, maybe that was why he was the best in the country. The vet, with his sheepish hair and white fluffy apron on, waved his hand over ginger and pushed his tiny little lungs with his two pinkies. Ginger coughed and spluttered awake and the owner was extremely happy to see his pet alive “cheers Sheepy.” He shouted through the glass as the vet nurse took Ginger through to him. The vet switched on the T.V to watch the few remaining minutes of the Arsenal Vs. Chelsea match, he started daydreaming about his childhood and the way two of his best friends would play football so competitively a knock on the door shook him back to the real world and he saw the two mates being interviewed. And he started crying.
“So Tommy Davis how does it feel to score the winning goal against you best friend Craig Watts.” The journalist asked
“Well Jamie, it doesn’t feel to bad because I’m sure he knows that I play my best for my team and so does he so we’re just doing our job” Tommy replied his face really tired and he just wanted to go back to his house and celebrate his victory over Chelsea.
“Thank-you Tommy”
Tommy walked out of the interview room found Craig and they both went home to dissolve into a burst of tears.
Scribbles of cars, games, bikes, computers, anything were littered all over the lounge, the dining room, his study and his bedroom.
“Giles, Giles please clean up all your crap or I’ll throw it in the bin.” She’d been asking and threatening for years and yet nothing has happened, but it’s still good to ask. Giles however was one of the best designers in the world and he didn’t just design one thing like a lot of designers do, he designed everything. And his little ginger head was hidden under a pile of papers and he was weeping.
Sheepy waited an hour for the two footballers to get home before he phoned them up to see if they were still going to the evening meal. The answer was a yes and that they would see him there and the rest. So it came to seven pm and everyone met up in Bone Arts Hark, their favourite restaurant, and they sat down on their own table. Tasha, Clare and Josh arrived last with Giles and Sheepy first.
The bone china sat on their table with the grace of a deer but with the hilarity of a hyena of the funny pictures on the napkins, the whole restaurant contrasted with each other little part it worked. The green table clothes with the white bone china on and the red lamps with blue disco lights, it didn’t work so much that it worked, somehow.
don't know where to go now and have run out of ideas. which i always do in all my stories (can anyone help)
