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Do you think i can become an Author?
DIR By: TupacShakur
Date: September 26, 2011, 6:44 am
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Well Over the months, i've been writing an interesting story,
Please comment and read it. But it aint finished.
[color=beige]Intro: The Incident
“Emanuel”, I was in pain, I couldn’t raise my voice. “Emanuel!
Wake up!”
I had a gun shot to my waist. A Desert Eagle 14 bullet gone into
my waist.
“Emanuel! Get up!” He opens his eyes, like nothing is gone
wrong.
He had Black hair, A Mohawk. He was 5.6 foot High, Had a Dragon
tattoo on the left side of his face. He was Hispanic. My Mate.
“What’s wrong?” “Why’d you wake me up man?!” “It’s 6:00am in the
morning!” I was breathing heavily, as I started to see the world
fading. It was an Early Cold morning, with a fresh cold morning
breeze. The tree leaves where golden. Falling off on the streets
of New York. “Damn! You got a gun bullet to your waist! What
happen?” He opened his eyes in confusion. Flew out of his bed
and ran to me with a pack of First aid. I pointed to the window
as he looked at the direction. At the window. He got up, started
walking slowly.
He opened the window, Stuck his head outside. *Bam* *BamBamBam*
He fell to the floor dead, Shot four times in the head. My eyes
got teary. The world got dreary. I closed my eyes, I fell into
deep sleep.
Chapter 2 : The Hospital
I woke up from my deep sleep. I was opening my eyes slowly,
Moving. People shouting. We were moving. I was looking at the
Ceiling, The flashy bright lights, I couldn’t Breathe at all. I
had a Life support on me. I was feeling relieved that I was in
hospital. I really never knew who actually dialled 911. I would
be very thankful; they saved a great man’s life.
I was in the Hospital bed. They told me that I was leaving the
hospital tonight. I was confused about everything, I just fell
asleep. I had a dream about me and my Mate, Carlos. We were
driving in a car, driving to California. Carlos is like family
to me. I love him like a brother, like an older brother. I
Respect him. I woke up from the sound of a woman weeping. I
looked to the left of me, found a man’s mother, weeping at her
son. The Doctor was patting her on the back, as they walked
outside of the room. I looked at the man, then I looked at his
life support, and there was no signal of life. The nurses took
him out of the room. I looked up on the ceiling. There was a
mirror. I could see myself. I was in the hospital clothes. I had
a massive red mark on my waist. It was patched up and done. I
sat up, looking at my waist. Exercising my arms. I put my hands
on my forehead. I swept the sweat of my forehead. I asked a
nurse when I would be free. She smiled at me and took off my
life support. She said “Ready to go” “John”. I lifted my right
eye brow in confusion of her knowing my name. I didn’t ask
anything. I just stood up and flew out of the door.
Chapter 3: The Message
I received a phone call the following morning, saying that my
friend, my brother, was dead. I looked down to the floor, I saw
a note. Saying.
“Those who wish to follow me, Ghetto Gospel, I welcome with my
hands”
I looked at the back of the papers and had all these numbers
“19301320471291029312-0932042930423402892340230-9432”
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Re: Do you think i can become an Author?
DIR By: TupacShakur
Date: September 26, 2011, 6:45 am
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I was confused, I opened my draw, finding my 9mm pistol,
Reloaded it with a few clips, slipt it into my back belt. I
thrashed my hands into my back pocket taking out my phone, it
was Vibrating. I got a message saying “Meet at the Back Alley, 3
Blocks from your house. In 5.” I opened my Cupboard taking out a
Bulletproof Vest that I bought the day before my mate died. I
tied it on tight, and put on a Black Russel Jumper.
I opened the house door and ran down the stairs. I opened the
front doors and as I went outside. *BOOM* my apartment blew up.
People were screaming. Babies were crying. Sirens were off. I
just ran out of there.
I ran past the Belgium Park next to my house. I saw 3 people
standing beside the alley. 1 Man in a white suit, 2 men standing
behind him wearing black suits having a headset on. Radios in
their pockets. Guns in their Gun belt. They looked like FBI,
the way I saw them. I walked, looking down to the floor, towards
the people. I looked up and they started walking towards me. The
two bodyguards were looking around suspiciously and the man in
the white suit was looking forward, just staring in my eyes.
They arrived Shaking my hand saying, “Good morning Mr Tyrone.” I
raised my right eye brow in confusion, “How do you know my
name?” “W-wait, you’re the one who sent me those messages?” He
nodded, smiling. “What do you want from me?!” I asked. He said
“You are in great danger my friend” I looked down saying, “What
shall I do?” He patted my shoulder whispering “Tonight, Go to
the Hotel across the street from McDonalds, Place this in a
hotel room Numbered 74. Then get out of there, call me. I will
not answer. Then meet me tomorrow same place, same time” I
nodded, him handing me a suit case. He said “Be Careful” I
nodded and walked away from the man. I jumped in my car. Rubbed
my hands so I can warm up from the cold breeze outside. It was
snowing at that time.
I turned on the engine, waiting in the same spot holding the
breaks and having to run the engine. I Put my blinkers on to
right, and started to drive to the Hotel. I looked up at the
signs of the hotels, and I found McDonalds, looked left and
found the Spring Hotel. I got out of the car, walking across the
hotel, I signed in for a hotel room for $60, Room 73, Right next
to Room 74. I Went up to my room, and sat down on the sofa,
Turned on the TV and lay down. I fell asleep. I kept rubbing my
face; before I slept I thought about this all, this didn’t need
to happen. 7:00 Alarm woke me up, I took a look onto my IPhone 4
and I had 1 received message 5 minutes ago. It said “Deliver the
Package” I got up from the sofa and Rubbed my eyes. I looked
next to the door where I put my suit case down. I walked over it
to grab it and there was a knock on the door. I asked ‘Who is
it?’ They replied with “This is the LAPD open up!” I quickly
grabbed the suitcase and threw it in one of the drawers “Just a
minute”. I went to the door to open it and there were 2 cops. I
was dead; they knew I had a bomb. “There’s a missing girl who
lived in the hotel?” There was a sign of relief, I said “No,
Never seen her in my life” The cops said “Hmm okay, back to my
job then” And then smiled, and then I closed the door. I
massaged my head, thinking to myself in depression. I closed my
eyes, thought about my family for second. How we always used to
be happy, but now they were murdered, none of that is happening.
I went to the bathroom, turned on the Sink tap. Looked into the
mirror. I see an evil man. It’s not me. It’s someone else. I
grab the water with my hands, and splash it on my face 3 times.
I look right, reaching the towel, drying my face. I went to the
Dresser and took out some clothes; I went to the shoe cupboard,
taking out my boots. Tied them tightly. I looked at the Suitcase
which was next to me. I opened it and found another note saying
“Do it, Do it now.” I lifted my right eyebrow, as sweat came
draining down my forehead. I thought to myself “I am sent to
kill someone?” I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the palm
of my hands. Stood up, opened the door and exited the room, Went
to the door next to me which was 74. Knocked on the door. There
was no answer. Knocked again. I looked at the door knob, as it
twisted slowly. I widened my eyes, as the door was opening. I
look at the hand of the person, leading to the face. I widened
my eyes even more. It was an Old Lady. I thought to myself once
more, “Why have they sent me to kill an old lady?” I gave the
suitcase to the woman, and I walked towards the elevator.
Pressed the button, (Down) I was going down to the Hotel Lobby,
I looked at the Registerer, and He smiled to me. I looked at the
glass door, I Exhaled Deeply. I opened the door and took my
first step outside the building. I ran down the steps to my car.
I slipped my hands into my pockets, reaching in for the
automatic car keys. I pressed the – UNLOCK-
button. Opened the car door and sat in there. I turned on the
heater to maximum. I looked in the back seat, finding a phone. I
reached forward to it. Grabbed the phone, flipping it open. I
saw a message saying ‘Thank you’. I looked back at room 74, in
just a blink of an eye. *BOOM* another house blowing, A tear
rushed down my eyes. I saw Blur again. The sirens once again
going off, Babies Crying, People Screaming, People running from
their life as bits and pieces of the room blew off to the
streets. I turned on my car, and drove off.
Chapter 4: Sorrow.
I lied down in the back seats of my car. I was flipping through
the photos of me and my family, my mate. My eyes got teary; I
was smiling, as I knew they’re looking down at me, happy of me.
I felt happy. But there was something in me who wasn’t right; I
killed an innocent, old lady. I sighed. I regret the day I did
that. I regret everything that I said about my parents, my
family. There was a fight between me and my father. We hated
each other. As in my childhood he used to abuse me, he used to
get the belt from his draw and hit me for no apparent reason.
When I turned 16, I didn’t know what I was doing. On my 16th
birthday. I had shot my father. The world just literally went
black and white, everything started to slow down. Tears were
rushing down my face. One of those tears, were for my mother,
who had passed when I was only 2 years of age. She committed
suicide. She had enough of my father abusing her. One night, she
drove over a highway bridge; she stood there on the edge. Alone.
Crying. She told me that she will be there always for me. I was
in my baby chair. I just looked at her. She stared at me. I was
crying, calling for her. She ignored me, she looked down the
bridge and she jumped. I started screaming, I started scratching
the belt that was attached to the chair, I started going crazy.
I Cried and cried. I started Crying Blood. I couldn’t do
anything. I fell conscious. I woke up; my father was carrying me
in his arms. Something triggered him that day. Since that time,
my father started to hit me, cut me, Bruise me. He lied me down
on the bed, took out his belt, and started belting me. I started
to scream, I wanted to run away from home, Forever. But I stayed
strong; I built rage, day by day. Until I was 16, I took out my
Rage that I held for 14 years, and I just shot him. Just one
single bullet, Killed him. I yawned stretching out my arms
widely. I looked outside and a shadow came over the car window,
knocking. I quickly sat up, rubbing my eyes. Opened the door and
exited the vehicle. It was the same people. I whispered in pain
“What do you want from me!?!” They pointed at the Black Van, as
a person walked out of the car, Could not tell Male or Female,
They had a bag on top of their head. “You’re a good man, you did
what you had to do, and then you get your rewards son.” I looked
at the man as he said that. I stared into his eyes. I looked
back at the person who was held hostage. I asked quietly “Who is
this person?” They took off the bag from their head. My eyes
rushed tears. I went onto my knees. Looked at the person. It was
my mother. I started crying in happiness, I kissed her hand. The
man patted me on the back saying “We were hunting as we saw a
person attempting to commit suicide, we quickly set a net so we
can catch her. It turned out to be your mother. She stayed with
us for 16 years. We helped her get that Braveness back.” I
looked at my mother. I looked at the ground. I looked back at my
mother, taking off the tape from her mouth. “I love you son, I’m
sorry I left you, I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I just regret
it.” I replied “I love you ma, no matter what!” My life was just
getting worse and better at the same time. I turned into a
criminal. Charged with Murder and illegal weaponry. I heard
sirens going off. I was surrounded by police; I put my hands
onto my head. Facing them, Leaning on my knees. My mother told
me “I’ll always be with you” I nodded. As they dragged me into
the back of the police car. I was getting arrested at the
Alcatraz Prison. Also known as, The Rock.
Chapter 5: Alcatraz
Alcatraz. Made in 1916. It was unbreakable. No Prisoners have
escaped from there nor is it escapable. The walls are all made
out of cement. The Prison bus arrived at Alcatraz. There were 3
gates we had to pass through before we got into the place. The
Guards were transferring me to the B1 Jail Cell. I walked in
pain. I was looking at the floor. Prisoners just stared at me in
an awkward way. Every single prisoner had tattoos all over their
bodies. One of them had their eyes cut off. One of them had
their mouths stitched together. It was disgusting. I arrived at
my cell; the prison guard said to me “Have Fun” Then smiled. My
hands were cuffed behind my back. I was pushed into my cell, as
I fell onto the floor. I got up and gave my hands to the Guards
so they can un-cuff me. *Click* the key turned as he was
un-cuffing me. I swang my hands back and forth, I was rubbing my
wrists because the Hand Cuffs were too tight. There was a
prisoner in my cell. He was about 6 feet high. Caucasian. Blonde
hair, blue eyes. His name was Michael. We were good mates; He
was in for Attempt Murder on a LEO. I looked at the bunk beds.
Then I looked back at Michael, giving me they eye of the top
bunk. I thanked him. He nodded. I was climbing the ladder to my
bed, and I started hearing shouting and nightsticks being
wacked. I closed my eyes and jumped in my bed. “Life is
precious, live it. Love it” My Cellmate told me. I nodded,
falling asleep.
Chapter 6: Lunch Time
*Lunch Time* *Get up! It’s your lunch time!* I was woken up by
the shouting guard. I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes, I was
really tired. The cell walls were cold and hard. I looked for my
cell mate. He wasn’t there, the prisoner across from my cell,
shouted out “You’re mate has done something bad, they’ve taken
him to the B5 Cell” I nodded, turning on the tap. I looked down
at the water. I was surprised that the colour of the water here
was crystal clear. It was refreshing. I collected water with my
hands, splashing it on my face. The Guard opened the gates, and
they lead us to the lunch room. The lunch specials were baked
beans and Spinach. I was Disgusted. So I just ate the White
Slice they’ve given us. I looked at the food, as I was sitting
down. And there was a group of people gathering. All I was
hearing is *Fight* *Fight* *Fight*. I stood up walking towards
the group. I was walking, looking at what was happening.
Suddenly this old man grabbed me and took me with him. I looked
at him in confusion. “We better get out of here son. This is
going to get ugly”. I looked at him again saying “Who are you?
And why are you helping me?” “Well, Son. I’ve seen you. I’ve
been watching out for you your whole life.” I nodded. “I’ve done
pretty bad things myself.” I replied. He nodded, smiling. I
sighed. I looked back at the Fight. Every single Prisoner was
hit down. Either Shot down or tortured down. They were screaming
for help. They were all looking at me. Before they closed their
eyes. There were 15 Dead people in front of me. We started
running for our cells. The other man went into his cell and I
was on my own. I was bolting for my life. I looked at my cell
which was 3 cells away; I Shoulder charged this guard, went into
my cell and hid under my bed. *BOOM* the lunch room blew up. I
looked at the smoke coming from the room. There were 3 shadows
of people. I couldn’t quite recognize them. I looked back at the
man. He was hiding under his bed, closing his eyes. I was
confused. I looked back at the 3 shadows. They were walking
towards my cell. I looked up at the men. They were the same
people that told me to bomb the hotel room. I thought to myself
“Who the hell are these guys? Superman or something? These guys
are tough guys” They looked at me. I came from under the bed,
getting up, first from the knees putting my hands onto the sink
holding my body up. They cleaned the dust off my shoulders, and
took me with them. The man that saved my life is changing his
clothes into a suit. He was fixing his tie. He winked at me. He
followed us outside Alcatraz. There were 3 black SUV’S. They put
me into the middle one and put a black cotton bag over my head.
I felt the heat waves coming from the car heater. I got tired. I
felt the engine turn on and heard the blinkers click. The men
started to drive. My hands were tied with rope. I started to
stress, thinking what this is all got to do with me?! I’m just a
normal citizen of New York.
Chapter 7: The Escape
The road was rocky, the car was bumpy. It felt like a shaky
roller coaster ride. I could feel the people beside me. I could
smell the hot breeze from the outside of the car. I could feel
the heaviness of this car. It was all in my head.
Finally the car engine just stopped. Everyone jumped out of the
SUV. I was left inside by myself. I could actually see through
the holes on the mask. I couldn’t see perfectly. It was kind of
dark and I couldn’t see anyone’s face. We were at a Desert. At
this abandoned house. The men walked back talking to each other.
They opened the back doors and took me out. I gasped. I was
being dragged on the hard, rocky sand. I had a few scratches and
bruises. I sniffed. The men who dragged me opened the door and
threw me inside this dark place. It was peaceful silence. No
sound at all. The only sound I can hear is the buzzing noise in
my ear. A feeling which fears me. It actually kills me to know,
that I’m by myself, in this dark room, put in by FBI or whatever
they are. It was cold and very dim. It was like I was put in an
abandoned massive freezer. This was very dark.
Chapter 8: The Opening
The Bright sunlight, shining on my face, just as I woke up. 2
men, grabbed me by my arms, I was weak and wreck less. I
couldn’t do anything. I was being dragged on the hot sand. My
legs were bleeding. The hot blaze of the sun, shining into my
face. I was put into a SUV. I had a sign of relief, a heater. I
felt the hot breeze coming to my face. I was freezing then.
The three men opened the doors, entering the SUV. They turned on
the engine and started to drive north, you see nothing but sand
and dust. It was the Sahara Desert. The place was rocky and
slippery. The man next to me looked at me; he raised his right
arm, with a 9mm gun with it, and strokes it to my head. I fell
conscious, everything was black. It was dim. I felt heavy pain
while I was struck. It was feeling as if I was going to die.
*Later that evening*
I opened my eyes slowly, finding myself looking at the
night-time sky, and having an oranges glow from the tip of my
eye. I sat up quickly looking around. There was nobody. I looked
inside the tent found some supplies that’s all. I thought to
myself, *I am going to die here*. I was all alone. It was
getting darker by the minute. I searched everywhere around me
and I found something behind the tent. It was a big black bag, I
tried dragging it, but it was too heavy. There was a lock on the
zipper, so I couldn’t open it. I went back to my tent, looking
inside it for some key to open the lock. I heard noises,
footsteps. I quickly looked back and saw this shadow. It wasn’t
a man. It wasn’t an Animal. It looked like a weird shadow.
Nothing like I’ve ever seen. I widened my eyes to the max. It
was unbelievable. It was a man... Crawling onto the floor. He
looked helpless. I showed him to the fire, he sat in front of
it. I went back to the tent, taking out food. I looked back and
the man was not there. I looked everywhere, he wasn’t anywhere.
I thought to myself, ' How could he run that fast? I raised my
arms, rubbing my eyes. I reached for the floor, sitting on the
warm gold sand. I lay down there, thinking about my family. I
closed my eyes. I fell into deep sleep.
Chapter 9: Stranded
*Car Tyres rubbing on the sand* I woke up from the sound of the
car engines, it was an early morning, I'd say it would of been
5:00AM. I was picked up by people and I was being set into the
car vehicles, I was tired. I did not know what was happening; I
just did not care anymore. My life was wreck less already. I was
done and dealt with. I was put in a car, by myself. As my eyes
were slowly opening, I was squinting out of the car, I saw
people. People who I’ve never seen before. They looked Arabian.
I raised my right eye brow, just trying to open my eyes, to see,
who those people were. They were dark skinned, and looked old. I
was put in a Bob Cat, a mini-van. I looked at my hands, they
were bleeding, and my lips were dry. I was thirsty. I had no
water to drink, no food to eat. It felt like Judgement day,
everything was a revolution. I looked at the men, they were
looking through the tents, they came out taking some things,
that time I found out that they were looters. I looked right and
saw 3 Black SUV’s coming, the same ones that I saw before.
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Re: Do you think i can become an Author?
DIR By: |dAsSu|
Date: September 26, 2011, 7:05 am
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looks good, read till ch3
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