Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by Shaun, 22 Aug 2007.

  1. Shaun

    Shaun Founder Moderator

    A Working Title Novel
    by the members of the CycleChat Forum

    Chapter 1

    His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might break through his rib cage. He didn't know where he was being taken, but he had a damn good idea what would happen when he got there, and it wouldn't be good.

    He'd popped outside for a smoke when they grabbed him; the car screamed to a halt, three ape-like thugs jumped out - with more speed than you'd expect - and he was grabbed, punched, kicked, bagged, and thrown in the boot of the car.

    He knew where things had gone wrong, but had thought he was in the clear, well, at least off the danger list anyway. Damn, this was not good. Unless he could calm down and work something out, he was a dead man. The trouble was, he didn't have anything to bargain with; no new dirt on anyone, and no one he could grass up to save his own skin.

    The car stopped ...
  2. Dayvo

    Dayvo Just passin' through

    He thought to himself. it's only another red light; there's no one around at this time of night, but he assumed that they weren't taking any chances and didn't want to arouse any interest by activating the CCTV.

    He knew these heavies were professional and definitely not afraid to 'rough him up' a bit if he messed around with them. But what could he do?

    He had earlier charged up his mobile, so he left the channel open in case Toby had his on, and could follow their movements. It was times like this he regretted that early evening Indian meal; he didn't want to show fear, nor, more importantly, did he want to get up the noses of the other three - the front row, as he called them, big and ugly -

    One of them opened the boot and . . .
  3. Tetedelacourse

    Tetedelacourse New Member

    Sneezed. A powdery film of moisture softly lilted down on to his face like the first snow of winter and mingled with the perspiration caused by his state of arousal and by the less than comfortable conditions of the boot.

    The brute, sniffing in order to prevent a lightning bolt of mucus from streaking down over his top lip, reached in and grabbed him with both hands around the collar. In one fluid movement, he was hoisted out of the compartment and into the crisp night air.

    A thick and enveloping silence filled the air. The only sounds he could make out were his own breathing, the sniffing, a gastric rumble below, and that of a fox, somewhere in the distance, chewing what sounded like a milk carton. One of those tetrapak ones which are nigh on impossible to open without emitting a spurt of white across either the room or your top.

    After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only 3.27 seconds, the front door of the car opened...
  4. Melvil

    Melvil Standard nerd was his ex-wife. Now the head of the 'Cannelloni' Mob. She had murder in her eyes and in her hands were his daughters shoes...
  5. alecstilleyedye

    alecstilleyedye nothing in moderation Moderator

    …"bugger, i knew i shouldn't have tried to use the spd shoes as a murder weapon" she thought, so she whipped out a small gun and shot him.

    he was bundled out of the car and left for dead. however…
  6. LOGAN 5

    LOGAN 5 New Member

    .....half conscious, hands clutching the gaping wound in his stomach trying to stem the warm pool of blood spreading across the paving, he heard muffled panicked voices. The Neanderthal thugs were shouting at the woman holding the gun. He couldn't make out what they were saying as his head hurt real bad and the pain threatened to overwhelm him. All he knew was that they needed to think he was dead so he laid very still barely breathing. In the distant recess of his mind he heard footsteps on gravel, a car door slam and the stench of the exhaust as it sped away. Did she go with them he thought? He thought of the phone left open for Toby and whether he could gather the strength to call. Toby would know what to do.

    He reached for the phone......
  7. Trembler49

    Trembler49 Veteran

    Portimao, Portugal
    ...the bullet had hit the metal plate in his head from the last time she tried to kill him. There was enough blood to fool them and the impact stunned him.

    They drove off. Some time later, he had no idea how long, he came to. It was still dark, the fox was still yapping in the distance, he was covered in blood. Where was he? what was that horrible smell?

    The combination of fear and curry had had the desired effect. Boloody from the top down, bloody and brown from the middle down, he staggered to his feet. If I can just flag down a car he thought.....
  8. Trembler49

    Trembler49 Veteran

    Portimao, Portugal
    ...bugger, my mind has separated and entered a parallel universe, as has my body. What will happen to both of us, how will we be reunited?
  9. Keith Oates

    Keith Oates Janner

    Penarth, Wales
  10. Melvil

    Melvil Standard nerd

    ...said a voice from the heavens.

    "Surely god can't be a DIY expert" he pondered..."and why would he use so many exclamation marks?"

    "Because -" said the voice...
  11. alecstilleyedye

    alecstilleyedye nothing in moderation Moderator

    …i'm god and i can do what i bloody well like. now piss off back where you came from, we're not ready for you. and if you see that lad who jumps the red lights tell him from me i don't like being kept waiting…
  12. montage

    montage God Almighty

    As the man lay there, trying to desperately stem to flow of thick, sticky blood- which was soaking his stomach and a red gleam to the shiney letters spelling BONJ which were integrated onto the belt buckle given to him the previous Christmas by the very wife which had just shot him.

    Twenty nine years ago, a woman of tiny proportions (commonly refered to as a migit) claimed to have slept with the Prince of Wales. Nine months later and twins were born, unfortunately causing the death of their mother in the process. These two boys were born with very odd circumstances...all was healthy...apart from the hair. Both boys were extremely hairy, and each hair that grew out of one boy, also grew out of the other...leading to the twins being joined by their hair. There would be a link which bonded these boys forever...although the hair was severed, the twins would share injuries, if not the exact injury then one of similar proportions.. no matter how far apart they were.

    *back into real time*

    Completely unaware of the trouble his brother, Bonj, was in, Chuffy cursed his luck. He had overslept. "Sod work today" he mumbled as he knocked a bottle of white lightening off the bedside table during his amusing atempt to crawl out of bed. Head on fire from the previous night's drinking, Chuffy realised his day had got a whole lot worse. Looking down, between his legs, he saw the thing he feared most. Little black spikes of hair, staring at him, laughing at him. Stubble. As he screamed in despair, Chuffy ran into the bathroom and grabbed his bluntened razor. He was careful..almost artistic in his fluid hand movements which stripped his piston of the cruel stubble. All of a sudden, Chuffy felt a familiar pang in his heart, something had happened to his brother. This pang made him jump slightly, causing the blunt razor to do it's damage. At first the blood began to trickle out, then it came in gushes.
    "Oh god"...said Chuffy .......

    ;) ;) :biggrin:
  13. montage

    montage God Almighty

    (oh common i didnt rez this thread for nothing) :smile: :smile:
  14. Keith Oates

    Keith Oates Janner

    Penarth, Wales
    and feinted. Baggy then heard the bump and rushed up to the room and threw a bucket of water over Chuffy in an attempted to revive him. This didn't work and so she dragged him onto the bedroom and got him onto the bed. She then looked at the source of the bleeding and found that it was not really so deep and some pressure on a cotton wool pad soon had it under control. After a while Chuffy came out of the feint and saw Baggy looking at him with a loving smile so he stretched up his arm and drew her close to him. This led to...........................!!!!!!!!!!
  15. Arch

    Arch Married to Night Train

    Salford, UK

    the recognition of a previously undiscovered talent for drawing things in high detail. Within a month he was drawing all sorts of things close to him, and was arranging his first exhibition at the Royal Academy...
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