( here is a story that was originally written by my brother Lucky and then rewritten by me ...ENJOY XD)(ok ok...i copied his theme DX)
“Hello, it’s Jak Blak, your proposal is accepted Mr.White. Congratulation! We need you sharp at 9 tomorrow morning. Don’t be late! Gud Bye”
White: Man!!! Now I gotta drive this night to reach there on time. What a whack! I better pack my stuffs now.
As white was wrapping his papars, there came a text message saying, “Mr.White, don’t be late. After the review, we’re going straight to the head office. Have a gud nite sleep!”
White: ??? He doesn’t even know I’m out. Mann! I gotta drive whole night. Lady, cover yourself, no more alcohols. I gotta leave now. Here’s your fee!
It was dark, dark as the darkest dungeon could ever be. Stars and moon hidden behind the clouds, and the living trees swaying as if trying to distract his heed from the wheel. If it wasn’t for the torches in the front of his car, he would be no better than a blind man, bumbling without his bamboo cane.
White: Dude! Phew! I need to hold this pressure. So much for the sweet smell of ‘Black Label’. Or should I do it here, behind the bushes? Mmm…
“la la la, moon was a tumor
Earth threw away, blab lab bla,
That f#%ing b*^ch took all my money away”,
He turned on the radio.
He groped into his pocket and probed through the litters of Wrigglies Spearmint. “Ahh…., there’s the last one. Hope it’ll do for my alcoholic smell”
“thudd”
“I just felt a bump on my car!
Have I just run over someone!!!
Have I just killed someone?
Oh lord! Jesus Christ!”
White was too scared to halt and look back. By some means, he kept on driving, breaching all the limits, crossing every boundary created by both: man and nature.
He could feel his heart pumping so fiercely that his pressure must have exceeded 200/160.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. Lord, help me, plz…”
His sweaty hands and shaky feet constantly drifted the car so swiftly as if he was the ‘Speed Racer’. The only thing that played within him was that he had just killed some man and it was his goal to gaol.
“Beep..Beep..Beep”
“What do I hear? Am I awake!
Is this still a dream!!!
Whattt!!!...”
He hit the brakes and thought to himself-“someone has died because of my carelessness. I deserve to be punished. It’s so in the bag”
One of the cops strutted toward him and bent, as Me. White cowered inside.
Looking serious, ”Sire, you shouldn’t have done that. 250$. You seem to be a decent man. Drive slow. You might get in a biiig trouble. And here’s your ticket”
White: What!!! Lord Jesus! Mother Mary! That poor fellow doesn’t even know what has happened!
White slowly unlocked the door and came out. He stood, propped beside his car.
“Officers, there’s a corpse on the highway about 5 miles back. I hit that man.”
The cops paused for a while until one of them burst out laughing and chortled, “That ain’t no man! Just a sspeeed breaker! Once, I did hit that thing and had thought the same. But I didn’t know that somebody else in this world would be as drunk as I am.”
It finally started raining. Mr. White no longer in any pressure, sat down and waited for the dawn.
“Hello, it’s Jak Blak, your proposal is accepted Mr.White. Congratulation! We need you sharp at 9 tomorrow morning. Don’t be late! Gud Bye”
White: Man!!! Now I gotta drive this night to reach there on time. What a whack! I better pack my stuffs now.
As white was wrapping his papars, there came a text message saying, “Mr.White, don’t be late. After the review, we’re going straight to the head office. Have a gud nite sleep!”
White: ??? He doesn’t even know I’m out. Mann! I gotta drive whole night. Lady, cover yourself, no more alcohols. I gotta leave now. Here’s your fee!
It was dark, dark as the darkest dungeon could ever be. Stars and moon hidden behind the clouds, and the living trees swaying as if trying to distract his heed from the wheel. If it wasn’t for the torches in the front of his car, he would be no better than a blind man, bumbling without his bamboo cane.
White: Dude! Phew! I need to hold this pressure. So much for the sweet smell of ‘Black Label’. Or should I do it here, behind the bushes? Mmm…
“la la la, moon was a tumor
Earth threw away, blab lab bla,
That f#%ing b*^ch took all my money away”,
He turned on the radio.
He groped into his pocket and probed through the litters of Wrigglies Spearmint. “Ahh…., there’s the last one. Hope it’ll do for my alcoholic smell”
“thudd”
“I just felt a bump on my car!
Have I just run over someone!!!
Have I just killed someone?
Oh lord! Jesus Christ!”
White was too scared to halt and look back. By some means, he kept on driving, breaching all the limits, crossing every boundary created by both: man and nature.
He could feel his heart pumping so fiercely that his pressure must have exceeded 200/160.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. Lord, help me, plz…”
His sweaty hands and shaky feet constantly drifted the car so swiftly as if he was the ‘Speed Racer’. The only thing that played within him was that he had just killed some man and it was his goal to gaol.
“Beep..Beep..Beep”
“What do I hear? Am I awake!
Is this still a dream!!!
Whattt!!!...”
He hit the brakes and thought to himself-“someone has died because of my carelessness. I deserve to be punished. It’s so in the bag”
One of the cops strutted toward him and bent, as Me. White cowered inside.
Looking serious, ”Sire, you shouldn’t have done that. 250$. You seem to be a decent man. Drive slow. You might get in a biiig trouble. And here’s your ticket”
White: What!!! Lord Jesus! Mother Mary! That poor fellow doesn’t even know what has happened!
White slowly unlocked the door and came out. He stood, propped beside his car.
“Officers, there’s a corpse on the highway about 5 miles back. I hit that man.”
The cops paused for a while until one of them burst out laughing and chortled, “That ain’t no man! Just a sspeeed breaker! Once, I did hit that thing and had thought the same. But I didn’t know that somebody else in this world would be as drunk as I am.”
It finally started raining. Mr. White no longer in any pressure, sat down and waited for the dawn.
2 comments:
Whew, you had me on that one!
A future dramatic writer here!
~Lorna
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