Blog 28 – A Dramatic Little Red Riding Hood Story – Blogisodes

OK… So this is the first in the Blogisodes series… Don’t take it too seriously as It’s only a bit of creative writing… I don’t expect this to garner many likes… But if you do like a bit of fiction now and again… ENJOY!

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It was five in the morning, the Sun was still rising, there was a small sprinkle of rain and the birds were starting to wake. The traffic of London was returning to its usual hectic self and it seemed to be a normal Spring morning.

Although it seemed that the majority of locals were asleep, there was one street, not too far away from the city centre that was more alive than usual. The side street was filled with sirens of police cars and ambulances alike. Every member of the neighbourhood was out on their doorsteps looking on at the tragedy that had just transpired.
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Blog 21 – The Kidnapping (Chapter 4)

Note: Please vote in the Poll at the end of this post. YOU get to decide what I should write next! I also have a new “project” coming out on my blog very soon, which will be more creative writing but a tad different to The Kidnapping. Watch this space. Here is the long-awaited Chapter 4 of  my suspense/thriller eBook; The Kidnapping. Enjoy!

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A few hours had passed since Piedro had left…The sun had risen and the heat was increasing rapidly. Jason was still hunched up, sitting against the very same wall that Piedro had slammed him against. His eyes were swollen with the lack of sleep and anxiety, yet he forced himself to be awake, almost to slow down the time. By this time, Drew and Arthur were taking it in turns to sleep on the bunks, and it was Arthur’s turn to sleep and Drew’s turn to keep guard of the hostage.
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Blog 11 – The Kidnapping (Chapter 3)

Have Mercy!

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“Piedro, glad you could join us” said Drew confidently. The falsely tanned Mexican man tilted his head to one side, pulling out his very own hand pistol while stroking it sensually. It was almost as if he loved it more than anything else in the world, like he had known it all his life. The pistol had etchings on the side, which read “Kindness”. He brushed passed both men without a word spoken walking with authority as if he owned the two of them, advancing towards the bunk where he knelt down making a half-smile. “Got him. We finally got him.” chuckled Piedro, wiping away the excess perspiration around his thin mustache, breathing heavily in anger.

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Blog 9 – The Kidnapping (Chapter 2)

He’s Coming

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*Thwack*

Drew swung the blunt end of his firearm at Jason’s already-bruised skull. The sheer impact of the hit, knocked Jason unconscious instantaneously as his barely breathing corpse flopped to the ground. “The Fuck, man?! He wanted him alive. You’re a dead man, Drew!” panicked Arthur, walking over to the half dead body with his hands on his rapidly reddening, usually pale face. Without a word spoken, and no change in expression, Drew picked up the body gently and flung it over his left shoulder effortlessly, almost as if it was a sack of potatoes. He quietly walked over towards the property, with Jason hunched over him, and flicked what was left of the cigar onto the firm, dry, yellowing grass, without acknowledging anything Arthur had just said to him.

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Blog 7 – The Kidnapping (Chapter 1)

Taken Prisoner

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The battered and bruised, gun-metal, Chevrolet Malibu came to a sudden halt. It was half past 2 in the morning and the only sound present was the hoarse grunting of the half-working engine, which seemed to be one of a different car. It pulled up just outside the only house in the area, which was a derelict valley, full of tall trees, that seemed to have been neglected for decades on end. The property was so poorly maintained that it was literally a wooden frame, with a set of metal bunks, and a couple o’ mattresses leaning against the wall in the only room. That was it, that was the ‘house’. In the middle of nowhere.

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Blog 2 – My Bizzare Experience Part 2 – The (not so) Epic Conclusion

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(Representation of the Road)

Note: This is a true story

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With  her eyes fixated on the floor, it gave me a sense of curiosity… From where i was at the time, it looked like a white piece of paper…and from that moment on, MY eyes were fixated on the item.

As she walked passed the “item”, she looked back to where she had been staring all this time, and had a look of discomfort on her face, the type you REALLY DON’T want to see. it was a mix between anxiety and shock…either  that, or she had let out a massive fart. She just stopped whatever she was doing and reluctantly walked on…We passed each other but there was a sense of worry present…

As I walked up to the item on the floor, I realised it was a £5 note. But it was folded in origami fashion into a flat shape of some sort…very distinctive and unique, sort of like a paper boat you would make in primary school, but pointed at the bottom. So naturally i walked past it without a second thought.

But then it occurred to me, somebody else would take it anyway, so I might aswell put it in charity…

I immediately stopped, turned around to pick it up and…- HANG ON ONE COTTON PICKING MOMENT…….IT WASN’T THERE!…..What the hell?! WAS I HALLUCINATING?! There was no wind at all, No-one to pick it up, not a soul in sigh…..-  WAIT. WHAT? Continue reading

Blog 1 – My Bizarre Experience (Part 1)

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OK, so before i get into any humour, controversy or anything else, let me share my experience with you.. its not a story which will frighten you, but its worth a read as it is 100%  accurate and true.

It all happened about 3 years ago on the way back home from college… it was a very mild autumn/winter day and it was not very bright outside, for some reason or another, i had finished a little late from college and was taking my usual route home, which by the way had very little people actually walking that way on a daily basis(Now what i mean is, not little people as in midgets, but more of a numerical analogy. glad that’s cleared up). that particular day, there were even less people walking down that main road maybe 1 or 2 on each side, though i cant remember exactly, i know it was really really peaceful, quiet but also quite eerie. so i put my headphones in like normal and set off on my journey. Continue reading