Author: no1chick PM
short story for my english class. hope you like itRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 420 - Published: 10-17-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2427644
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Fredrick skipped out of the full gutter just as a black blur buzzed past.His clothes were soaked not just with the pouring rain.His drab, grey shirt stuck to his skeleton like figure. His dark jeans being pulled up every minute. His clothes were filled with colour in his beaded little eyes.
The naked trees were running into the shadows of the street far ahead of him.Finally Fredrick noticed Rickaby street for who it really was. The hollow houses having eaten everything alive, were the main source of darkened dressing rooms. Cars, the only other living animal, scuttering far out of the street before the road sweeped up for the usual routine of the feeding of the hungry houses.
The wailing of the wind carried with it the cries of the terrible things that had happened around here. The thundering rain roared telling everyone to get out. Lightening lit up the dark, dampenedroad for two seconds allowing Fredrick the power to stop all movement. It went back into it's home, taking with it Fredrick's power, leaving him standing amoung the cannabilistic monsters of the street.
'Hoot' Fredrick looked up at a tree which had decided to rest. There he saw an owl staring at them with it's big, yellow eyes. Whack! The was sent to the ground in a split second, stunned. He looked back up at the tree who was just straightening itself up. The owl slowly stood up. Confused it flew around in circlesas if it expected more problems from the troublesome trees. Then, without moving it's wings, it soared out of sight.
Fredrick scamppered up the path which was leaking with blood. When he got to the paint-stripped mouth he heard the house call his name. FREDRICK!!! He rang the door bell like crazy, scared out of his wits.
"Stop ringing the bell. Your gunna break it!"the house yelled. "I'm coming."
The door swang open toa boy about the same age.
"Fredrick! Did you mix?"
Fredrick's world went black.
When he came to he was laying on the floor, looking up at the green waves flowing and mixing together.
"Brett. Here have a drink," the guy said cautiously.
Fredrick stood up and smashed the glass yelling "she's dead."
"Mate it's alright. You've got us buddy."
"I want my mommy!"
Fredrickran out crying only to sit in the gutter and cry.