Wednesday, 12 March 2008
08:50:23 PM (GMT)
This is just a short story.
Who says it's fiction?
Tarrah stood up from the rocky beach and looked across the horizon, towards Andrew
Andy woke up, the water from the shore touching his white face. His tanning plans
"Da*n it!" He shouted. A measley scream for him was a thousand words for Tarrah. She
knew he wasn't angry at Warney or Polish, or was he angry at someone else?
The four preteens had been stuck on the exotic, deserted island for 2 years, never
noticing the spy looking in upon them, observing them. So closely the last survivor
of the Chicago Redeye came to interact with the other people, but the spy did not.
The spy did not.
"Where in the HELL IS BONO!?" Andy strangled Warney.
"Stop! Stop it," Her voice lowered as Andy stopped starngling her brother, Warney.
Warney started to sob.
"He- h-h-h-h-he fu-foo- HE FELL OF THE CLIFF LAST NIGHT!"
"LIAR!!!" Tarrah ran up, slicing Warney's chest.
"YOU PUSHED HIM!"
I will finish later.