Ok, the aim of this game is everyone adds a few sentences to the passage, and it should form a nice piece. Make sure it stays with the storyline. I'll start. Amazed, Eliza Willfield stood, mouth wide open.
and banged the Hall door behind her ! Oh no , she had locked all her keys inside the house ! Her car keys , all of them !
With time running out, she ran down the stairs and hopped on the first thing she saw...her Grandma's three-wheeler.
Seriously CottonCandi, her Grandma's three-wheeler. -_-" --------------------------------------------------------- She started the vehicle and twisted the throttle like there was no tomorrow. With too much throttle, the three-wheeler flipped onto its backside, crushing her. Alright, I need to stop messing around and get serious!, she thought to herself.
She heard a familiar voice behind her and when she turned around she saw the very last person she had expected to see .
Towering above her on the stairs was her Mother, Penny, who had thought to had died on the stake for witchcraft..
But no , it wasn't her dead mother after all . Perhaps she had suffered a slight concussion after the fall off the bicycle . Her vision was still slightly blurred but she managed to make out the features of her ex-husband , Joe , whom she hadn't seen for over ten years . ' What are you doing here ' , she gasped .
Eliza grabbed a hunk of rock and hurled it at Joe. It hit him square in the temple and knocked him out cold. He landed in the mud face down. Good. I hope he drowns in it. She thought. Wiping her hair from her face, Eliza started up the vehicle again, praying it would work just this once. The engine came to life, miraculously. She shot God a quick thanks and took off down the muddy stretch.
The icy wind whipped through her long flowing red hair making it look like exploding fireworks around her head . Thought of Joe raced around in her brain . Had she killed him when she threw that heavy rock at him ? Should she go back and check ?
Her good conscience was telling her to go back and check on him. But the other, her safety conscience wanted her to continue. she had made her mind up. Go and drive to New York-1000miles away, and visit Aunt Beryl.
Seriously CottonCandi, her Grandma's three-wheeler. -_-" LOL, well I had no choice, since Funky had her losing ALL her keys! lol ------------------------------------------------------------------- Her dead grandmother!
She decided that to drive to New York , 1000 miles away in her grandmother's three wheeler wasn't a great idea and would take her for ages so she made up her mind to fly . She had always enjoyed flying and Aunt Beryl wouldn't mind picking her up from the airport . She couldn't wait to see Aunt Beryl again .
She'd think over some things on the plane trip, and make the call to Beryl after a quarter of the journey had passed.
As she sank tiredly into the back seat of the taxi she closed her eyes and tried to rest for a few moments . What a day it had been so far ! The news being reported on the radio did nothing to lift her spirits .' STORM WARNINGS ' ALL FLIGHTS TO NEW YORK CANCELLED' . What on earth should she do now ?
Still in a few minds of what to do, she just decided to go to the airport, and see what was going on.
She walked purposefully through the crowd of people staring in disgust as one by one, all of the NYC flights changed from "delayed" to "cancelled." She walked up to the desk and declared "I need to get to New York. Tonight."
But at the counter was a dog, who licked her face with glee. She wasn't happy. So she grabbed her suitcase and headed back to the three wheeler. Only it was gone, and A man in a devil costume stood there. "Your Mine Now" He Growled. She yelled her lungs out in sheer horror.
