kogeck
21 January 2008, 05:50 AM
This is a story that I made, and I'll add more chapters as I go.
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Chapter 1:
John woke up, no clue where he was at all, he sat up. He was in the middle of a road in what it seemed like Harlem. Knowing the crazy cab drivers here, John quickly got up and walked over to the curb.
"How did I get here?" John asked to himself, pacing around a rusty gutter. His hand was clutched around an empty beer bottle and he sighed. He clearly thought that he got wasted again and his pals put him out here as a dare or something.
Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed up the number to he and his fiancee's place.
"Hello?" said a female voice that sounded as though she had been crying.
"Hon? It's me, I'm comming home now, sorry I'm late," John said, glancing at his wristwatch.
"Hello? Hello? Who's this?" his fiancée Julie said again.
"It's me, Julie, John. Are you ok?"
But a long dial tone told him that Julie had hung up.
John, throughly shaken up by now, waved a taxi over. The cab sped right by him to pick up a buisness man further ahead.
John repeated this for nearly 10 minutes without success, and gave up. Spotting a rusted bike near a dumpster, he mounted it and pedalled it to the train station.
When John arrived home, he heard sobs and voices comming from the sun room.
"It's ok Julia, he still loves you even if he's..."
"No! He's not! I just- he's just..."
And more sobs and moans issued from the sunroom.
"Look, the police dropped off the body, you can- c-c-c..."
John walked into the room to find Julie, his mother, his sibling, his father, and a few of Julie's relatives crying over his body.
Chapter 2:
John stared at his own blank eyes, tussled hair, and ripped clothing. Several gashes showed clearly though cleaned from blood.
Julie started screaming into a pillow as John's mother touched his body's face, crying silently.
"No! Mom, dad, Julie! I'm here! I'm alive!" John yelled, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Then he felt an arm touch his shoulder. He whirled around and saw a tall, 7ft dark figure towering over him.
"John Mark Freeman," the figure said in a soft voice. "I'm afraid to tell you that you indeed have died."
The figure removed it's hood to reveal a scabbed skull with dead black hair, two blank bloody eye sockets, and an unhinged jaw.
John shouted and backed against a wall. The zombie pulled out a golden carving knife and held it to John's neck.
"You...you're the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" John choked out.
The figure withdrew the blade.
"That's correct. You have died from attempt of saving another from death by a car, either way, Hell might get someone..." Grim said.
"Saving?- wait. How come I don't remember this?" John said nervously.
"One of the more unfortunate properties of death. Now, let's make this quick, I have an old man to reap in 4 minutes."
"Wait! I can't die! I'm getting married in a week, I can't just leave Julie..."
Grim sighed.
"Look kid, I don't like my job, and I feel bad for you. I'll reverse time for you, but you better not expect this next time."
"Thank you! I can't say-" John began, then the room blurred.
Chapter 3:
John landed hard on the ground of a bar. He heard voices and clinking of glasses. Getting up, he saw that it was the same bar that he went before he...
"I'm not dead," John told himself firmly, and looked around. He was beside a pool table with low, soft lights hanging over it. With a gasp, he saw himself knocking the cue ball into a green one, a toothpick clenched between his teeth.
"Ha, you'll need to beat 14 now," John said proudly to his buddies, and took a sip of beer.
"Come off it, John. You know I always beat you," his friend James said gruffly, and knocked three balls into a corner pocket.
John's phone rang, and he took it out and muttered 'Hello?' into it.
The ghost of John knew that it was Julie, calling him to ask when he would come home.
"After the game, dear," he murmered, and shut the phone after a farewell.
The ghost of John knew that he had drank a little too much, as it was game night, and walked out of the bar a little disoriented.
The Ghost of John followed himself out onto the sidewalk, while John pushed the signal button.
A young girl around the age of 20 or so walked quickly across the crosswalk, eye on her friends at the bar waving her over.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. A large bus turned the corner, and began speeding along the street with faded headlights. The girl was concentrating on getting across the street, so she took no notice of the bus.
John watched himself foolishly plunge in front of the bus, taking most of the blow. blood splattering everywhere. Onlookers screamed. Unfortunatly, the girl's leg was sutck underneath the bus, and it seemed that she might have died from shock.
John watched the pedestirans run around, calling 911, and knew what he had done wrong. The road began to get blurred again.
.................................................. ........................................
Chapter 1:
John woke up, no clue where he was at all, he sat up. He was in the middle of a road in what it seemed like Harlem. Knowing the crazy cab drivers here, John quickly got up and walked over to the curb.
"How did I get here?" John asked to himself, pacing around a rusty gutter. His hand was clutched around an empty beer bottle and he sighed. He clearly thought that he got wasted again and his pals put him out here as a dare or something.
Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed up the number to he and his fiancee's place.
"Hello?" said a female voice that sounded as though she had been crying.
"Hon? It's me, I'm comming home now, sorry I'm late," John said, glancing at his wristwatch.
"Hello? Hello? Who's this?" his fiancée Julie said again.
"It's me, Julie, John. Are you ok?"
But a long dial tone told him that Julie had hung up.
John, throughly shaken up by now, waved a taxi over. The cab sped right by him to pick up a buisness man further ahead.
John repeated this for nearly 10 minutes without success, and gave up. Spotting a rusted bike near a dumpster, he mounted it and pedalled it to the train station.
When John arrived home, he heard sobs and voices comming from the sun room.
"It's ok Julia, he still loves you even if he's..."
"No! He's not! I just- he's just..."
And more sobs and moans issued from the sunroom.
"Look, the police dropped off the body, you can- c-c-c..."
John walked into the room to find Julie, his mother, his sibling, his father, and a few of Julie's relatives crying over his body.
Chapter 2:
John stared at his own blank eyes, tussled hair, and ripped clothing. Several gashes showed clearly though cleaned from blood.
Julie started screaming into a pillow as John's mother touched his body's face, crying silently.
"No! Mom, dad, Julie! I'm here! I'm alive!" John yelled, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Then he felt an arm touch his shoulder. He whirled around and saw a tall, 7ft dark figure towering over him.
"John Mark Freeman," the figure said in a soft voice. "I'm afraid to tell you that you indeed have died."
The figure removed it's hood to reveal a scabbed skull with dead black hair, two blank bloody eye sockets, and an unhinged jaw.
John shouted and backed against a wall. The zombie pulled out a golden carving knife and held it to John's neck.
"You...you're the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" John choked out.
The figure withdrew the blade.
"That's correct. You have died from attempt of saving another from death by a car, either way, Hell might get someone..." Grim said.
"Saving?- wait. How come I don't remember this?" John said nervously.
"One of the more unfortunate properties of death. Now, let's make this quick, I have an old man to reap in 4 minutes."
"Wait! I can't die! I'm getting married in a week, I can't just leave Julie..."
Grim sighed.
"Look kid, I don't like my job, and I feel bad for you. I'll reverse time for you, but you better not expect this next time."
"Thank you! I can't say-" John began, then the room blurred.
Chapter 3:
John landed hard on the ground of a bar. He heard voices and clinking of glasses. Getting up, he saw that it was the same bar that he went before he...
"I'm not dead," John told himself firmly, and looked around. He was beside a pool table with low, soft lights hanging over it. With a gasp, he saw himself knocking the cue ball into a green one, a toothpick clenched between his teeth.
"Ha, you'll need to beat 14 now," John said proudly to his buddies, and took a sip of beer.
"Come off it, John. You know I always beat you," his friend James said gruffly, and knocked three balls into a corner pocket.
John's phone rang, and he took it out and muttered 'Hello?' into it.
The ghost of John knew that it was Julie, calling him to ask when he would come home.
"After the game, dear," he murmered, and shut the phone after a farewell.
The ghost of John knew that he had drank a little too much, as it was game night, and walked out of the bar a little disoriented.
The Ghost of John followed himself out onto the sidewalk, while John pushed the signal button.
A young girl around the age of 20 or so walked quickly across the crosswalk, eye on her friends at the bar waving her over.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. A large bus turned the corner, and began speeding along the street with faded headlights. The girl was concentrating on getting across the street, so she took no notice of the bus.
John watched himself foolishly plunge in front of the bus, taking most of the blow. blood splattering everywhere. Onlookers screamed. Unfortunatly, the girl's leg was sutck underneath the bus, and it seemed that she might have died from shock.
John watched the pedestirans run around, calling 911, and knew what he had done wrong. The road began to get blurred again.