I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.
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jfmlove6 wrote:
I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.
Kinda vague without any context. Pretty good, though.
Last edited by Trekkie210 (2011-09-08 18:27:33)

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Trekkie210 wrote:
jfmlove6 wrote:
I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.Kinda vague without any context.
I like starting off stories like that.
I'll explain everything in the next chapter.

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jfmlove6 wrote:
Trekkie210 wrote:
jfmlove6 wrote:
I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.Kinda vague without any context.
I like starting off stories like that.
I'll explain everything in the next chapter.
Oh, good. Just make sure you post the next chapter in the same topic. It peeves me when people start a new topic to add five lines to a story.

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Trekkie210 wrote:
jfmlove6 wrote:
Trekkie210 wrote:
Kinda vague without any context.
I like starting off stories like that.
I'll explain everything in the next chapter.Oh, good. Just make sure you post the next chapter in the same topic. It peeves me when people start a new topic to add five lines to a story.
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Not gonna continue until some people comment, BTW.
Last edited by jfmlove6 (2011-09-08 18:30:29)

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Trekkie210 wrote:
jfmlove6 wrote:
I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.Kinda vague without any context. Pretty good, though.
It's good writing, but you shouldn't release the story so early-I don't understand anything.
And jfmlove, when are you adding more chapters?

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Cool! I like how it doesn't explain everything right away, it keeps you curious and gets your attention. There are some grammar errors and a few things that should be added or taken away, but I'd like to read more
Edit: Also, I have an idea what it may be about. But I won't say in case it's way off
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I write stories as I go along
explain it all in the end
eg. random people trying to kill a random spy who's only job was to sit at a cafe all day drinking coffee for no apperent reason...
exept that they have mutant powers
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bananaman114 wrote:
I write stories as I go along
explain it all in the end
eg. random people trying to kill a random spy who's only job was to sit at a cafe all day drinking coffee for no apperent reason...
exept that they have mutant powers
Actually this story is about a spy.

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jfmlove6 wrote:
I reached into the old, ragged bag, pulling out a phone. I had 30
minutes to escape the building, and I needed supplies. They had given
me a bag of some supplies, but it was mainly just regular old stuff you
would find in a women's leathery designer purse. Nothing of much help
to me of course, but I could improvise.
I dialed the number I had practiced over and over in my head for a
time like this, and now I could NOT forget it. I took a shaky breath
and pressed talk. Like all cell phones, it could text and send voice
messages and such, but like all the people who go to my school, I
learned that the fastest and easiest way to get ahold of someone was
through the regular talking. I stumbled over my new Nikes, perfect
for running in times like this. Then she picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. I screamed into the phone on my lower-than-
average voice "SUPPLIES." We had rehearsed this in case they did not
give me the right tools, so she knew what to do.
I just wrote this, just playing it as I went along. How do you like it?
EDIT: And NO, I have not revised/edited.
Amazing story! Please write more!
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jfmlove6 wrote:
bananaman114 wrote:
I write stories as I go along
explain it all in the end
eg. random people trying to kill a random spy who's only job was to sit at a cafe all day drinking coffee for no apperent reason...
exept that they have mutant powersActually this story is about a spy.
Cool. My guess was spy-in-training. A school for spies sort of thing
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Wickimen wrote:
jfmlove6 wrote:
bananaman114 wrote:
I write stories as I go along
explain it all in the end
eg. random people trying to kill a random spy who's only job was to sit at a cafe all day drinking coffee for no apperent reason...
exept that they have mutant powersActually this story is about a spy.
Cool. My guess was spy-in-training. A school for spies sort of thing
Sort of

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ok, continuing.
I came to the "secret meeting place", although it was really just a hole in the wall that was up 10 stories. Of course, it had a hatch and was just a little too small for me to get through, but, if the plan worked, I could get the supplies I needed here. I hung up the tiny smartphone and began to count-she wanted to see how long it would take her.
I had gotten to 3 minutes, 22 seconds when she arrived. She had a beautiful new sports car, and she wore clothes as if she were a supermodel. I called down to her, "Over here!" And she came running with a bag stuffed to the brim with things falling out around the sides. Using my bag and some old rope I had stumbled across in the building, I made a pully with my bag. She dumped the contents of hers into mine and ran away. I pulled it up and watched her leave, then I ran towards the nearest wall.
I began banging, but no luck, the wall was too well-supported. I found where the elevator was,normally, and opened the shiny stainless steel door. Rats. Gone. I pulled out a short grappling hook and tied it to the elevator track nearest to the door. I then thrashed out a safety harness, my fit, and tied it around my waist.
Then I jumped.

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