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Post by prissieb on Apr 18, 2014 22:40:02 GMT
Amelia, this is really great! You made out of two stories, one story. I love it! Thank you!!
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 18, 2014 22:58:05 GMT
No way!! Clever!! Now that you have shown off your writing chops, we are never going to leave you alone.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2014 23:37:34 GMT
Thanks guys! As I was posting it I was just thinking 'they won't see this coming'. It's actually quite satisfying. I think my writing is just a competition with myself to see how big a plot twist I can do But really, thank you for all your kind support. It means a lot.
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Post by comicforce on Apr 19, 2014 8:16:53 GMT
Wow! Fabulous Amelia. Really clever.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 9:12:56 GMT
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 8:12:20 GMT
Dead Espionage Hellooooo everyone! I have written the start of something new. It's still a Coldplay fanfic, but it doesn't follow on from the last one! So umm, now that's cleared up, have a read {Chapter One}The plane touched down gently on the runway. Chris lowered his book for a second and took in the scene. Guy was sat quietly, eyes closed, headphones in ears, next to him. The rest of the group were further down the plane somewhere, making little noise.
Chris saw his chance. He picked up a pen, took aim, and fired.
“Ow!” Guy exclaimed, waking up with a jolt. Chris giggled like a child behind his book.
“We can't take you lot anywhere, can we?” Phil shouted, causing several laughs around the room. “Come on, we'd better get off before someone loses an eye.”
Ah, London. Small drops of rain decorated the sides of the tunnel as they made their descent into Terminal 5 at Heathrow. The smell of bacon from a nearby café greeted them.
“I'm starving,” said Jonny.
“Didn't you eat on the plane?” replied Will. Jonny said nothing and just continued towards the source of the smell. The rest of the band and Phil followed him.
“Be back here in an hour!” someone shouted from the group they'd left behind.
The café was bursting with all kinds people and food. It was barely seven in the morning and yet there was a table packed with men who each had a pint of beer. The band sat down on the next table along.
Within what seemed like seconds, a waitress practically jumped towards them. She stopped and stared at Chris for a few moments, before shaking her head.
“Can I take your order?” she said and smiled. They each ordered a full English breakfast and tea, and she shuffled away. It wasn't long before their order arrived at their table.
“Funny,” Chris began as they all started eating, “I swear it took everyone else longer for them to get their food.”
“Celebrity service,” said Jonny and gave Chris a playful nudge. They all laughed.
The TV screen on a nearby pillar flickered on. It was the news.
“An unknown organisation has managed to take control of the arrivals area of Terminal 5 at Heathrow, and are now advancing on the departures side. Police say that all those in this terminal should stay where they are and not try to leave until told to by a qualified police officer.”
Suddenly, no one felt like eating any more. Cutlery clattered onto plates. Hands shook, as did tables.
It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Or a body.
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Post by comicforce on May 10, 2014 12:17:48 GMT
Ooh errr! Love it Amelia! Really really good. Part two!! Soon please!
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 14:15:45 GMT
Haha thank you! I will have to sit in a corner with some chocolate and write some more
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Post by LdySpace on May 10, 2014 20:19:52 GMT
Suspense!! Exciting, Amelia! I can't wait for the next chapter. I'm staying tuned...
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 15:23:00 GMT
Dead Espionage Part two! {Chapter Two}The distant sound of the doors opening brought them all quickly back to reality. Someone screamed. Lots of other people screamed. Everyone ran.
Guy, without realising where anyone else was going, detached himself from the rest of the group and ran blindly for a store cupboard. Some others who had been in the café followed him, and they all bundled inside and shut the door.
The smell of toxic chemicals and bleach met their nostrils. It was pitch black until someone found the light switch.
The room was dimly lit with a strange orange glow. Cleaning products dotted the walls. There was a spider spinning its web in one corner while a mop occupied another. There were around five other people in the room with them. A young girl — around eight — with black, curly hair. A woman next to her who looked like her mother. A teenage boy with floppy hair. A middle-aged man with strong hazel eyes, and a younger woman with chocolate brown skin.
For a few seconds, their breath was all that could be heard.
Then it stopped, as footsteps flew past outside the door. Each of their faces said the same thing — was that more ordinary people in need of help? Or was it someone else?
“What the hell do we do?” the young woman said suddenly. “That door won't keep anything out. That kid could kick it down!”
“We could use this.” It was the man with the hazel eyes, gesturing towards a disused shelf that lay in the middle of the floor. “If we put it up underneath the door handle, it might keep them out.” Then, without consulting the others, he and the woman put the shelf in the said position against the door.
“Ouch!” exclaimed the woman. “I've got a splinter.”
“Here, I'll help,” offered Guy. He took the woman's finger and tried to encourage the splinter to come out.
“You'll never do it like that,” the man whispered angrily. “Let me try!”
“I'm fine!” Guy replied. “I can do it.”
“Trust me, you can't,” he continued. “You're not even trying!”
“Shush! You're distracting me,” Guy said, raising his voice slightly.
Silence.
“Well that's great, you're going to get us killed!” Now the other man's voice was raised too.
“You're not exactly helping!”
“Shut up, both of you!” It was the mother speaking this time. “No one is doing any good for the situation.” The three of them went back to sitting on the floor, beneath the shelves. Guy pulled his phone out. No service.
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Will and Chris had managed to end up behind the counter in the café. They were crouched down, being stared in the face by a cabinet of drinks. Will gestured to Chris, pointing to himself and then to the ceiling. Chris nodded nervously.
Will gingerly put both of his hands on the side of the counter and pulled his head up to meet them. The coast seemed clear; there was no one to be seen. The chairs and tables were in a state of disarray, with several upside down. He darted his head down quickly.
“There's no one there,” he whispered. “Wait, I'm going to take another look.” Just as he was doing so, his elbow caught a neat pile of coffee mugs, causing them to shatter all over the floor.
Will froze.
Chris reached up to his friend's shoulder and pulled him back down.
“Well done,” he whispered.
“Over there!” a voice shouted. The two friends looked at each other and took a silent dive for a small crevice behind a pile of cardboard boxes. They lay, face down next to each other.
Through the gap in the boxes, Chris saw a man jump over the counter and bend down to examine the shattered cups. He held his breath and kept still. Adrenaline filled his body as his muscles began to tense.
“There's no one here.”
They both took a small breath of relief. The man walked off, letting the broken shards clatter onto the floor again. Chris turned to look at Will. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed. Will nodded in reply.
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Post by comicforce on May 11, 2014 18:02:51 GMT
Ooh you found some chocolate and a corner! I love it.. suspense, drama.. so good!
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Post by prissieb on May 11, 2014 18:42:45 GMT
Wow, really good, Amelia!
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 16:31:31 GMT
Dead Espionage I decided to make this dramatic to make up for the fact that chapter two wasn't brilliantly written. And to make up for the bad title which isn't nearly as appealing now as it was when I first thought of it. And for the lack of chapter yesterday because I was annoying you all in the chat room for three hours
Oh and APOSTROPHES! I didn't manage to fit them into the chapter… sorry Sharon! {Chapter 3}Jonny slowed down his breathing and inhaled deeply. He and Phil just needed to get to the other side of the lobby and hide behind one of the check-in desks. It couldn't be that hard, surely? And yet every time he dared to even move a millimetre, he froze. It only took a flicker of sunlight to petrify him.
“There's no two ways about it,” whispered Phil, “we've got to get to the other side. You run first and I follow, OK?”
“Why do I have to go first? Why can't you get shot?” Jonny objected, only half joking.
“Shh! Just go! This might be the only chance we get!”
Jonny's hat showed itself from above the railing that they were hiding behind. Then his face.
He took a deep breath.
And he ran.
As soon as he was out in the open, he knew something wasn't right. Phil's footsteps started behind him, but they were of no comfort. There was another sound — the sound of bullets. One flew right past his nose, only just missing his face. They scratched his ears and made his feet jump.
Then more noise was added to the mix. This was more human. Like someone falling, or hitting the ground. The ground. Turn around, Jonny.
Phil was lying flat on the ground, arms desperately covering he back of his head. Blood was running quickly out of his leg. But what was far more terrifying was the figure stood over him.
And the gun in his hands.
“You!” he shouted roughly. “Stop!” Now his gun was aimed at Jonny.
“Don't shoot! I've got money! Anything! Anything you want, just don't shoot!” he blurted out.
The man gave a sly laugh. “I don't want your money. It's not your money I'm after. Give me one good reason why I don't just kill both of you right now!”
Silence.
“I'd love to slaughter you, really I would,” he continued. “Like chickens in a cage! But then you'd be of no use. Do you have families?”
Phil and Jonny both nodded.
“While I hope for their sake that you do as I say. Now follow me!”
He gestured with his gun. Jonny helped Phil up, and they started walking.
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Post by comicforce on May 13, 2014 18:26:37 GMT
Yikes! Poor Phil!
Another belter Amelia.. despite the lack of apostrophes. LOL
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 19:33:01 GMT
Haha thanks! Poor Phil… I feel so evil!
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