The Guided

[Yayse]

Before I post my story, can i ask.. is there a limit to how much you may write?

[Ferccia]

Hmm .. . Im not sure. . :s

[Yayse]

Right anyway, this story is huge so i'll post it bit by bit.
It was for english at school, i was given a bag with several items in it,
-a cinema ticket for the incredibles
-a button
-a hairnet
-a reciept for woolies, 3.98 for paper i think...
-ummmmm a microtape
there might of been other stuff but oh well, such is life.


Man Found Dead In Lake

The body of a young male was found in the early hours of Thursday morning. He was found in a local lake but it is not yet known how he died. The only clues to his identity and his last hours were the contents of his pockets.

The sun had settled firmly on Andy’s face as it pierced through a gap in the deteriorating Venetian blind. His eyes started the flicker and twitch from behind their closed lids, and he soon became restless as the continuous ray of light tickled his face, he flailed out his arms, trying to defend himself. Swiping at the air, Andy tossed and turned, he violently tumbled around his bed, starting to kick out and groan. Why wouldn’t the morning sun just leave him be? In his previous dreamy haze, enjoying a cosy lie in, but no. That was not an option for Andy. Luck and chance never seemed to be on his side, they were always off on holiday when he needed them the most. Still engaged in his flurry of annoyance Andy became more and more irritated. Unfortunately, whilst still in mid-roll he felt the edge of his bed, near him. Opening his eyes and seeing the accident to be, he tried to tense his body in an attempt to stop, but no. That was another option that forbade Andy from using it. Thump. Andy met floor on this fine Wednesday awakening.
“Oww!” He whined, then cursing he stood up, swayed a little, and finally steadied himself. After straightening up Andy turned to his bed, scooped up the duvet and threw it on top. Why was life so frustrating for him? Shuffling across the bedroom floor to the bathroom he grabbed a pair of old, crumpled up jeans and the t-shirt that lay across them. He rubbed his back, now aching from his abrupt fall, and went in the bathroom to change.
Slowly and methodically Andy cleaned his teeth and after the last of the Colgate Total Care slid down the plughole in a frothy mass, Andy began to floss. Eventually he finished interfering with his dental area for the morning and took time to glance up in the mirror. To Andy’s dismay his hair was sticking up at several, odd angles. He looked like a porcupine. Hastily he turned the tap on and shook a few droplets of water onto his head, then starting the troublesome battle with hair. Ten minutes later after carefully grooming himself Andy stepped out of the bathroom, not daring to go back to the mirror and notice yet another one of his imperfections.
Munching on cornflakes and sipping black coffee, Andy read the daily paper and discovered how some dog had managed to save its owner from burning in a house fire. He sighed and pushed the paper away, the news had provided very little interest to Andy. RING-RING.
Andy shot up with a jolt of nervous energy, as the loud phone sliced through the peaceful air. Andy answered,
“Lo?” He said thickly through his mouthful of cereal. It was Tara, his girlfriend, she sounded worried.
“You ok Andy?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why?”
“Well your boss rang me; he thought you were at mine. I told him I thought that you were at the office. He sounded really mad…”
“Oh no! Work! Listen Tara, Jack was expecting me to take him to the cinema later on today. Do you think you could have him over your place for awhile? I mean while I go and finish my hours…”
“Sure.” She sighed and slammed the phone down. She’d have to pick up Andy’s younger brat of a brother after work. And with that Tara left for the restaurant, to start another day of labour.

Gasping for his breath, Andy raced up the stairs to his office, clutching hard on his micro tape. Only last week he’d managed to misplace a former recording of the local MP, that was to be kept safe for use on the local news later on last month. Oddly enough Mr Avers, Andy’s boss, hadn’t seemed too pleased on that fateful day. Andy’s wages were severely cut that week due to his “uncooperative working”.
Slowing down, Andy put the tape in his coat pocket and pulled out his office key. Attempting to be quiet as he did so, Andy slipped the key in the lock, twisted it round and plucked it out. Removing his coat, still trying to be subtle, he dropped it on the floor and tossed the key onto his desk. He then frantically sat down at his desk and tried to mess it up a little, as if he’d been working all along. Hoping Mr Avers would be in a good mood, although that was asking for a miracle, and at the least Andy’s efforts would humour him, and he’d be off the hook for now…
“Aha!” A sudden boom came from behind the doorframe, and there he stood. Mr Avers wore a sophisticated and expensive looking suit. A medium blue, with white trim around the pockets, crisp and freshly ironed, his white shirt gleamed from underneath his suave look and his striped purple tie finished off his immaculate and pristine outfit. His short brown hair sat flawlessly on his head, his deep brown eyes shimmered and his stunning white smile flashed out from behind his stern lips. Andy sat there uneasily, in yesterdays clothing, tousled hair and unshaven face, awaiting the sermon to come. Avers walked in around the desk and stood beside Andy’s chair.
“Andrew Kelly, just the slacker I need to talk to! What luck.” He said through his wry smile. Andy sighed quietly, another day another lecture.
“Sir.” Andy said, acknowledging that he was in the wrong. Mr Avers smile disappeared and a menacing glare shot through his eyes and burrowed right through Andy’s head. Slowly Avers bent down so that he faced Andy’s ear and had the opportunity to spit right into it.
“Where have you been Kelly?”
“I… I overslept sir. My mistake, I’m sorry.” Avers moved his face closer to Andy’s head and whispered smoothly down into the depths of his ear,
“I know it’s you mistake Mr Kelly, but as you’re my employee you’re my responsibility. Your mistakes are my mistakes.” Andy raised an eyebrow at this,
“And your point is?” Avers face twisted into a furious expression, and although Andy could not see it he could feel its heat and fury flooding over his own face.
“Well Mr Kelly,” he said through gritted teeth, “Your mistake is my mistake. And you know how I hate mistakes. They cost me time and money. You may think they’re only minor errors, but anymore mistakes and my business is history!”
“Sir, look I’m sorry about this but…” Andy began but didn’t have chance to finish. Avers snapped up and landed his hands powerfully on Andy’s shoulders, then triggered by his own loathing of him, he rammed him (whilst he was still seated on the swivel chair) into the wall behind them both. Forcefully he pinned Andy there against the wall, with such strength the wall felt as though it could almost give way and leave them to fall, without mercy. Struggling to break free from Avers crushing grip he writhed with his back to the wall and gasped in short bursts, trying to breathe, his shoulders and spine ached with the ongoing pressure overwhelming his body. Avers bent over Andy and whispered with a tone of pure hatred in his voice,
“Anymore of your mistakes Kelly, just one more and I’m personally making sure you’re history…” Andy swallowed and flinched as only hot air scraped through his dry throat. He started to quake under the extreme weight forcing his body into a position it couldn’t handle, he throbbed all over. Did Avers just threaten to kill him? The tightening grip clutched over his collarbone, surely it would soon snap, and again Avers cleared his throat and spoke loudly this time, shouting down Andy’s ear.
“You understand there’s to be no more excuses, no more apologies because you won’t make ANY MISTAKES!” The roar of his enraged voice echoed and ricocheted round Andy’s mind and he squirmed furiously in his seat. To his relief Avers grip abruptly loosened around his shoulders and Andy fell helplessly down, down, down… He saw Mr Avers’ wry smile return, he adjusted his tie and waltzed effortlessly out of the office. Andy closed his eyes and lay shivering on the floor, the chair overturned by his side.


Ok more to come :p later.. if i get any response from this piece

[Yayse]

lol im sorry for this double posting but um.. no one responded to my story :cry: i thought maybe if it showed up with new posts some1 bar ferccia would look... sorry again. i just wanted some feedback

[Kardan]

Nope. There is no limit I psoted something about the longest word. It was about 64,000 characters long a chemical. So I don't think there really is

(Plus I said the chemical name twice with 3 other sentences)

[Yayse]

lol thanks... i wonder if anyone will read the story