it's about a boy whose spying on a guy at night from behind some bushes in the woods/forest:
OH and i kno theres some puncuation with the quotations and stuff but itz cuz i'm planning to fix
all that when i finished =] JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK,,,THANKS
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I was still some what confused, but that didn't last much. Before long i heard something not so unfamiliar to my ears. "Let me go please, let me go.", sofly whimpered...a femanin voice. Startled, i took an even closer look at the man, who was no more than twelve feet from me, and realized he was on top of, what my best guess, was a woman? That made perfect sense, i thought! She must've been the one i heard yelling...then it hit me. Oh God! I tell you, some other-worldly force must have been in play that night, becuase at the exact moment i caught on to what was really going on, my body itself--by itself, tipped forward, and as if something had deliberatly pushed me from behind, i came noisily-thrashing through the plants and bushes falling head first into the dirt. Oh man, oh man, oh man, i thought! Freak'n scared, I held my breath tight, hoping that with the night's dark sheet in my favor they wouldn't know where i was.
Almost, immediately i heard an explosion of rustling and movement, dangerously close to me, and also somewhere in there the sound of a zipping zipper, weather up or down--no clue, but i heard that too. "Shh! Stay here." the man mumbled, with a heavy lazyiness in his voice though. I noticed he sounded odd, like out of it or something. Only whimpers responded him. His feet's stomps against the dirt indicated to me that he'd gotten up. Slowly he walked a view steps, wandering around aimlessly. And then the sound of his draging feet against the dusty dirt floor started to get louder and louder. Not because he was stepping any harder, but because he was coming closer and closer! God damn, did he know exactly where i was? He came to an abrubt stop, right infront of me. i knew this becuase his last step was so close to me, it flung a small cloud of dust that made its way straight into my eyes and nose. At the moment, I wanted to cough and sneeze so bad, but miraculously somehow i kept myself from doing so, although my eyes did water-up a bit.
Still as a stone, i layed there before this mysterious figure, not knowing what to think or do. Could he see me? My fiinger were rapidly trembling and my teeth were deeply tempted to start chattering. I was nervous and scared, but most of all nervous. I'd caught him doing something, nobody would be too happy about being caught doing, and somehow i knew he wouldn't take to it lightly. After what seemed an eternity, the man finally broke the silence. "Who goes there!" he barked. What a relief, i thought, assuming that, this meant he didn't know where i was afterall, and that it had been pure councidence that he'd walked straight in my direction. Please don't let him take another step forward, i prayed to God. Even though the man sounded really tired when he spoke, for some reason, he also sounded really intimidating and i imagined he must look so aswell.
"No one?" he taunted angrily. "Alright!". As i timidly looked up, he slowly raised his right arm straight into the air and there, against the moon's bright-white face was the clear sillouette of a pistol! My eyes bulged out. He fired it three quick times in a row and during those three quick fires, a lightning like effect was produced by the sparks of the shots which lit up a small portion of the area around us. Enough for me to get a good glance at him...and he at me! Almost automatically, without thinking it twice, i rolled to my left. Right then gun shots started plumitting into the dirt where i'd been just a fraction of a second ago. Frantic, i clumzily scurried to my feet, but fell right back down to the ground, stunned by a bullet that barely--just barely, missed my foot. i tried to get up again, but my nerves wouldn't let me, the best i could do was stumble around in circles. "Shit!", the man shouted with fustration, and simoultaneously, all that could be heard was the sound a trigger being pulled crazily, but nothing else. No bullets? I remembered then, a pistol only had enough space for six bullets!
OH and i kno theres some puncuation with the quotations and stuff but itz cuz i'm planning to fix
all that when i finished =] JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK,,,THANKS
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I was still some what confused, but that didn't last much. Before long i heard something not so unfamiliar to my ears. "Let me go please, let me go.", sofly whimpered...a femanin voice. Startled, i took an even closer look at the man, who was no more than twelve feet from me, and realized he was on top of, what my best guess, was a woman? That made perfect sense, i thought! She must've been the one i heard yelling...then it hit me. Oh God! I tell you, some other-worldly force must have been in play that night, becuase at the exact moment i caught on to what was really going on, my body itself--by itself, tipped forward, and as if something had deliberatly pushed me from behind, i came noisily-thrashing through the plants and bushes falling head first into the dirt. Oh man, oh man, oh man, i thought! Freak'n scared, I held my breath tight, hoping that with the night's dark sheet in my favor they wouldn't know where i was.
Almost, immediately i heard an explosion of rustling and movement, dangerously close to me, and also somewhere in there the sound of a zipping zipper, weather up or down--no clue, but i heard that too. "Shh! Stay here." the man mumbled, with a heavy lazyiness in his voice though. I noticed he sounded odd, like out of it or something. Only whimpers responded him. His feet's stomps against the dirt indicated to me that he'd gotten up. Slowly he walked a view steps, wandering around aimlessly. And then the sound of his draging feet against the dusty dirt floor started to get louder and louder. Not because he was stepping any harder, but because he was coming closer and closer! God damn, did he know exactly where i was? He came to an abrubt stop, right infront of me. i knew this becuase his last step was so close to me, it flung a small cloud of dust that made its way straight into my eyes and nose. At the moment, I wanted to cough and sneeze so bad, but miraculously somehow i kept myself from doing so, although my eyes did water-up a bit.
Still as a stone, i layed there before this mysterious figure, not knowing what to think or do. Could he see me? My fiinger were rapidly trembling and my teeth were deeply tempted to start chattering. I was nervous and scared, but most of all nervous. I'd caught him doing something, nobody would be too happy about being caught doing, and somehow i knew he wouldn't take to it lightly. After what seemed an eternity, the man finally broke the silence. "Who goes there!" he barked. What a relief, i thought, assuming that, this meant he didn't know where i was afterall, and that it had been pure councidence that he'd walked straight in my direction. Please don't let him take another step forward, i prayed to God. Even though the man sounded really tired when he spoke, for some reason, he also sounded really intimidating and i imagined he must look so aswell.
"No one?" he taunted angrily. "Alright!". As i timidly looked up, he slowly raised his right arm straight into the air and there, against the moon's bright-white face was the clear sillouette of a pistol! My eyes bulged out. He fired it three quick times in a row and during those three quick fires, a lightning like effect was produced by the sparks of the shots which lit up a small portion of the area around us. Enough for me to get a good glance at him...and he at me! Almost automatically, without thinking it twice, i rolled to my left. Right then gun shots started plumitting into the dirt where i'd been just a fraction of a second ago. Frantic, i clumzily scurried to my feet, but fell right back down to the ground, stunned by a bullet that barely--just barely, missed my foot. i tried to get up again, but my nerves wouldn't let me, the best i could do was stumble around in circles. "Shit!", the man shouted with fustration, and simoultaneously, all that could be heard was the sound a trigger being pulled crazily, but nothing else. No bullets? I remembered then, a pistol only had enough space for six bullets!