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Chapter 3 of Plague

lobz — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:01:57 +0000

Emy came out of her room. “What the hell, your still cleaning!” She yelled at some maids. “Hurry up or I’ll feed you to the Sharns!” Going back into her room, Emy thought to herself. Why is she gone? Oh no, not again dammit! Getting a key, she pressed a button on the wall, “Get security down here, now!” 5 minutes later, about ten seven feet tall men were at her door. “Come in,” Emy said, rather impatient. Walking in, one of the men asked, “Which one is gone now?” “Sue.” Emy replied. “Now hurry up and get her before she’s out of the country. I need to feed the Sharns tonight. She handed the key to the man in front and waved them out. Waiting a few minutes to make sure they were gone, a new man walked in through the back door. “I heard what you told them,” The man told her. “Feed someone else to the Sharn’s tonight. I need her. She has something that I need for The Unitor.” Stroking her long, gold hair, he added, “And if she isn’t here by tomorrow, be ready to surprise the Sharn’s with a nice, plump gold haired bitch.”

Readers Caution

lobz — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 21:16:54 +0000

I’m here to write you stories. I may write bits of my life as well. Let me tell you this sites stories may contain swearing, violence, sexual talk (hardly) and other things younger kids may not want to read.

Plague Chapter 1 and 2

lobz — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:10:46 +0000

Here’s a look at the first couple chapters. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

A man takes something that holds resemblance to a video camera. Trying to find the Record button, the man sets the camera down and itches his head of Red, scraggly hair. The man, finding some lice on his fingers, decides to carry on with working the camera.
Finally turning it on, the man says, “Hey. I’m Norman Algo. I’m a survivor of the Henzeco plague. For now.” The man turns the camera to the big road. “As you can see, nothing is here. Most of my family is dead from this horrible bacteria. The only other person I know alive is my son.” Norman turns off the camera. “Jon!” He yells. “Common, we gotta get moving!” Jon, Norman’s son, slowly wakes up.
“Dad, shut up. I want to sleep…” Jon quietly told Norman. Norman, slightly irritated, grabs Jon’s slightly large ear and slaps him.
“Look,” Norman whispers, “I want to live, and I think you don’t want to be left here to die. So get up or get lost!”
Jon, still half asleep, mind foggy from all the beer he drank last night, said, “Then leave, I just want sle…” Norman sighed and started to walk away. Remembering the gun in Jon’s pocket, he walked over and searched him for the Desert Eagle. After 5 minutes, he finds it and loads it. Patting Jon’s brown hair, that beautiful hair just like Susan’s, he walks off.

Chapter 2

Part 2

Jon, rather impatient, whispered to himself, “Where is it?” Searching through his own back pack, he found a strange black box. Opening it, he finds a cell phone. “Wow, this thing is old.” He says, holding the old cell phone. Press 1 for speed dial, a voice picks up.
“Talk,” Says the man.
“I’m here.” Jon told the man. “I have the photo.”
“Did you ditch your dad.” The man asked in a flat, toneless voice. “Yeah,” Jon responded, “Now hurry up or the photo ends up gone.”
* * *

Norman was frantically looking through his back pack. He needed that picture of Susan. Beautiful Susan. That picture has all the clues to find how to live. Thinking, he remembered it was with Jon. “Shit!” Turning around, everything went pitch black. No. Not now. Not the jard!

Story Lovers, I welcome you!

lobz — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 12:58:32 +0000

I’m Lob. The Z in my account was just so it was long enough.