Now, are we sitting comfortably. Good then I'll begin.
As you know, my little friends, from time to time I like to entertain you all with a little story that I have wrote using a word supplied from random word generator as the inspiration. Tonight I have had another go.
Stop groaning. You're in this for the long haul so you might as well like it. Besides, I've locked the doors so you can't get out.
As you remember as well, this is the just the first draft as well with no changes being made. Its a fast process designed to get the story on paper.
Anyway, tonight's word was:
Newspaper
And here is the story, entitled 'Read All About it'
Enjoy
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Read
All About It.
Sarah
sat at the kitchen table, her hand absently rubbing it lightly and tears
streaming down her cheeks. No one would believe her. No one should. No one
could. She looked at the newspaper sitting next to the now lukewarm teapot and
the uneaten toast. Sarah had lost her appetite when she had seen the headlines.
It
had started innocently enough a few months earlier. After returning home from
the morning school run Sarah had allowed herself ten minutes with that days newspaper
which had been delivered. The headline that day, in big black bold lettering,
read:
GONE
AT LAST!
MP
in sex, drugs and blackmail scandal resigns.
Sarah
had remembered being puzzled. The MP in question had been the representative
for her constituency and, being an active member of the political party, she
thought she would have heard something before it was reported in the news. Such
a high profile politician would surely have made the television news as well
but there had been nothing. Sarah had put the story out of her mind. Until she
was watching the early evening news a week later when the story was the main
headline. She remembered the look on her husband’s face when she told him she
had seen the story a week earlier. He hadn’t believed her so she had dug out
the newspaper only to find the headline had changed. It had been there she had
insisted. You must have dreamt it he had replied.
That
incident had been forgotten until it happened again. Again after the school run
she had settled down with the paper and a cup of tea and seen the headline.
DISASTER!
Motorway
pile up on Thelwall Viaduct. 30 dead.
Sarah
had looked at the page with horror and dread. There had been no accident. Again
it would have been on the news. Certainly one of that magnitude. Maybe this
time she could do something about it. Warn someone. Prevent this tragedy from occurring.
She glanced at the date on the front page and her eyes widened. She had one
week until the disaster was to take place. She formulated a plan. The night
before she had studied the evening weather forecast. There was to be a lot of
fog in the area in the early hours of the morning which wouldn’t clear until
around midday. She waited until everyone in the house was asleep until she
crept out into the night to make a phone call.
Sarah
had recalled how the accident had still taken place. The call had either been
too late or dismissed as a hoax. Could she have ever prevented it? If not, why
was she being sent these strange messages? Was someone or something just
playing with her head? Was someone sending messages from the future trying to
alter history for the better? And why just to Sarah?
Sarah
wiped the tears from her eyes. There had to be a reason for all of it. This
time she couldn’t fail. The laptop sat a few feet away from her. She needed to
do some digging and quickly so she reached over, brought the machine closer and
switched it on.
Logging
on to the internet she glanced again at the day’s paper with its headline:
DOOMSDAY!
Man-made
virus unleashed. Death toll: 4 billion.
Nice one...
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