Young Writers Society

We had planned it, and we had planned it well. If all goes to plan, it would be a quick effortless job.

the flutter of wings inside me

I cool voice

I hint of madness

The ghost sphere gleaming upon his dark face

I lied, it would be madness to back out now, all this preparation gone to waste over a few nervous butterflies, no, there is no going back.

my hands carefully and elegantly revealed man’s worst invention.

I pulled the cloth away and watched it almost in slow motion as it glided from side-to-side, finally coming to a rest upon the cold stone pavement.

All nervousness vanished, all doubt faded, everything seemed cool and as a slipped the gun into the back of my jeans, I felt ready, I felt good.

We had planned it, and we had planned it well. If all goes to plan, it would be a quick effortless job.

The ghost sphere gleaming upon his dark face, I hint of madness flashed in his malteeser eyes.

As a gripped the handle, everything went away

“Let’s get this party started then”

The ghost sphere gleaming upon his dark face, I hint of madness flashed in his malteeser eyes.

The ghost sphere gleaming upon his dark face, I hint of madness flashed in his malteeser eyes.

“No” I lied, it would be madness to back out now, all this preparation gone to waste over a few nervous butterflies, no, there is no going back.

“Let’s get this party started then” he beamed, handing me something heavy double wrapped in a dirty rag.

He did not reply instead he simply gestured towards the rag.

Kingdom 'o' Letters wrote:It's not alot, but i just want to know if it's well firstly any good and secondly if it's worth carrying on.


Frenzy

We had planned it, and we had planned it well. If all goes to plan, it would be a quick effortless job. Yet as I stood outside Maldor Mansion, I could not help but feel the flutter of wings inside me. The night air was chilly and it unleashed its wrath upon me, whipping my black coat upwards. I cool voice brought me back to my senses.

“Someone getting nervous?” asked Marcus, stepping out of the shadows. The ghost sphere gleaming upon his dark face, I hint of madness flashed in his malteeser eyes.

“No” I lied, it would be madness to back out now, all this preparation gone to waste over a few nervous butterflies, no, there is no going back.

“Let’s get this party started then” he beamed, handing me something heavy double wrapped in a dirty rag.

“And this is?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He did not reply instead he simply gestured towards the rag. I knew the evil that rested in the palm of my hand, yet still I felt a sense of need to unravel the object, the need to see it. Time slowed down as my hands carefully and elegantly revealed man’s worst invention.

I pulled the cloth away and watched it almost in slow motion as it glided from side-to-side, finally coming to a rest upon the cold stone pavement. The moon seemed to shine brighter on the gun than anything else, concentrating all its power onto one single thing. I rested the gun on my hand, feeling it’s power, it’s control. As a gripped the handle, everything went away. All nervousness vanished, all doubt faded, everything seemed cool and as a slipped the gun into the back of my jeans, I felt ready, I felt good.

I admire Marcus’s coolness, glad to be working with someone so prepared and sure of himself. Nothing ever seems to faze him, when there’s a problem, he’s quick to solve it.

“You ready?”

“Yes” I replied, pulling my balaclava on.

“We’re going to be rich.”

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, my stomach turned again, not in the scared or nervous way but this time in the excited away, the adrenalin already rushing through my veins. A smile slid across my face.

“Yes, yes we are.”



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Once you start, it's very hard to stop------ Frenzy