I'm making an "Ultimate Story"!
I haven't decided a name yet, but this is a little piece:
Agent 23 sat patiently at his desk. He typed something into his
computer. A reply appeared. He stood up. Everything was going according
to plan. So smoothly. Too smoothly.
Someone
was going to have to check on the subjects. Maybe stir things up a bit.
Someone would have to do some manipulation. And he knew just who the
someone should be. 41 was going to like his choice.
But
first things first. Agent 23 strode over to a box on the wall. He spoke
something. The box beeped. A voice replied. The agent smiled. But
wasn’t even a touch of warmth in it.
Here's another:
Florence threaded through the crowded airport, keeping on her heels as
her heart pounded against her rib cage. The Zenons were right on cue
behind them, and as fast as they ran, they could not make a gap between
predator and prey.
Florence
felt......what was the word? Kind of nervous, scared, and hunted all
put together. Nurscunted? Not like they hadn't been in situations like
this before; her dad had taken them all over the world, learning as they
went. But now there was an added sense of danger. These Zenons were
like wolves, taking them down. Experience wasn't the only advantage
their enemies had, their surveillance, everything. And that was not
counting Natalie. She was ruthless indeed, almost killing Florence and
Dan in a zoo, in an underground cave......
With a jolt, Florence returned to the present. Beside her, Dan ran like his life depended on it. Hmmmm......maybe his life did depend on it. Who knew what the Zenons would do if they caught she and Dan. Question them, probably. And then what?
The
Zenons were closing in. Through the crowd they raced. "We'll be fine
with this crowd," Dan reminded her. But as they ran on, the mob of
people faded away.
“In
here!” Dan pulled Florence inside a room. The room was small, and the
walls were lined with shelves. Florence pulled open an old cabinet.
“Dude, is this a storage room or a trash place?” she asked. The tall
rectangular cabinet was filled with old junk cans and washcloths. It was
mainly full, except for a small space at the bottom. “It’s neither,”
Dan told her. “It’s our hiding spot.” They squeezed into the old
cabinet.
Florence felt nervous in the cabinet, squished against Dan. What if the Zenons find us? What if someone comes in? Amy had thousands of What ifs thundering in her brain. What if the cabinet falls down? What if....... Soon the sound of running feet came from outside the door.
“Florence,”
Dan whispered. “Shhh!” Florence shushed. “No, really. Is the Zenons’
tracking device on?” “I don’t know!” Florence felt in her pocket for the
coin. But it was too late. “Slam!” The door banged open. Florence could
hear footsteps. They were trapped.
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