Sunday, July 29, 2007
Chapter Four, The Guide Lady
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Chapter Three, Now for Keychee
Francesca's eyes wavered. She was beginning to think she wasn't cut out for this. Her head throbbed. Her hand shook violently and the steal knife dropped with a clatter to the ground.
"I can't do it!" She screamed her eyes filling with tears.
A group of people began to call her 'The Freak' but were quickly silenced by an old lady who then began to talk to her.
"Sweetheart, tell me whats wrong, tell me your story, open your heart...I will help you to make a cover story. I will protect you." She said her voice struggling to be warm and welcoming.
"That's very kind of you but...they will be coming for me soon! I won't be able to hide from them! They will kill me!" Francesca replied worriedly.
"Who is they?" The lady asked.
"Flying Apes," was the mere reply.
The ladies eyes opened.
"Do not tell anyone else this, you are now Keychee Mamarke, my adopted granddaughter from.... Halikianda South. My name is Penelope Mamarke, your new grandmother."
"Oh well, thank you but they will be..." Francesca was interrupted by the pot hole opening and three heartily men stepping in.
"WHERE IS FRANCESCA PEPOLEY!" One yelled his voice echoing over the entire shelter but Francesca couldn't here his last words as the second they had arrived she was sniffled away with Penelope, into another room, even deeper under the ground.
Although Francesca tried to keep her eyes focused on where she was going she couldn't help noticing Penelope whispering something into the ear of another man before she was plunged into absolute darkness.
By Kit De Kat 83)
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Chapter Two, That look I see
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Chapter One, Hidden Down Under
Prologue
A piercing scream hit Kacey's ears, making her heart pound violently.
"Mum! Dad! Where are you?" She called frantically.
No answer.
She looked out the window, into the gale, the wind blustering leaves from the trees.
Running down the stairs, Kasey swung herself around, snatching her coat as she hurriedly strapped up her shoes.
Running full speed down the front path she quickly tied up her hair, desperate to make some use of her free arms.
She knew where she had to go.
It was obvious that a tornado was coming, meaning that she had to get to the underground shelter before this weather started heating up.
Down the lane, through the alley, over the bride to the small pothole above the underground shelter.
Holding her notebook in her mouth Kacey bent over, her fingers scrambling over the pothole until she found the clasp.
She took the first step down and was about to take another when she heard a scream, even more piercing than the last, echo over the bridge.
Looking up out of the pothole she saw a small child about to jump over into the rushing water and was about to cry out, but something made her look further.
This was when she first saw Flying Apes.
