NEVER ENDING STORY 2
March 19th 2007 00:40
The day began as any other. Sharon stood at the street car stop, day dreaming, absent mindedly rubbing her hands together to keep them warm. Soft snowflakes made lacy patterns on her heavy coat. One day my prince will come and take me far far away from the city, to a place where it never rains,we will eat coconuts and fresh fruit all day in the warm sunshine and make love all night as the surf crashes down on the shore...Suddenly, Sharon's daydream was rudely interuppted.......a sickening crash, the smell of burning flesh, ear piercing screams, a pall of smoke rose above the skyline.......................
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Comment by David
There was wine and broken glass all over the road, near Amanda Vanstone's dead body. She had been thrown clear of her own free-ride [through the windscreen] when it crashed into a bus shelter.
Greenies were all over the place, convinced it was a beached whale, throwing water over her.
Protesters were cheering and clapping like they do when someone on death row is executed ...
Sharon looked into the mangled wreck. (Not Amanda's body ... the ministerial car ...
Four frogs had obviously hijacked the car, got completley blotto and smashed on all the piss she had in the back seat, and all but one had died in the accident.
The one surviving frog was sort-of breathing ... So she gave it mouth to mouth ...
And it turned into Richard Gere ...
And he said Julia? ... Roy?
And Sharon said, Na, it's Shazza ... and just punched him on the shoulder ...
And they lived happily ever after.
Comment by Miss Nomer
A little red note book caught her attention, she opened the book and began to read........
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Shazza, my darling,
If you are reading this note book, then you will need to know that I have been abducted by a strange cult that caused Amanda Vanstones dreadfull accident, a few months back.
I have been working as an undercover reporter on this story for a while, when I got the call to go to China, to see the Dalai Lama. He is innocent, but worried becuase the cult is infiltrating his people.
Don't be alarmed my darling, but if you are reading this I am probably being held hostage and will be held for ransom for western dollars.. someone may contact you soon...
Ring Gerald and tell him what's happened....
I love you always and forever,
Richard.
Just then the phone rang and Sharon dropped the notebook in surprise...
she picked up the handset.
Comment by Miss Nomer
I really must regain my composure she thought to herself
The line was crackling and distorted, the silence at the other end seemed to last an eternity then a deep and throaty voice cut into the background noise..
Listen carefully if you ever want to see Richard again..
He has a document that does not belong to him, he gained access to this by deceipt and deception, you must locate this document and return it to me...the rightful owner or Richard will pay the price for his transgression......do you understand....
Sharon stared at the telephone receiver, she nodded blanky....the words seemingly caught in her throat..........
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
The harsh voice cut her off, and she thought she detected a slight Chinese accent?
“Listen bitch, you do not make the rules here now, we do. Bring the document to The Peking Duck in Chinatown, at 10pm tomorrow night, or Richard dies.”
Click …. The phone went dead along with Sharon’s mind.
What am I going to do she thought? What can I do? I don’t know of any document… document… think… think… no good she was too upset…
What to do?
It was at this moment that she noticed the small notepad that had fallen to the floor when the phone had rang. She remembered that Richard had said to call Gerald, so she quickly punched the numbers into the keypad of the phone and waited for Richard’s oldest friend to pick up, her heart pounding.
Oh God, what if he’s out of town?
Comment by Miss Nomer