My Stories
Ages: 11-12
Lost Generation - 2
Zielle S.
11/27/2014


The door closed in front of me. “They got what they want, why don’t they lemme go!” I struggled in the ropes, sobbing.

To my surprise the door opened again, and the same man and Donnam entered. “Oh. I’m sorry m’ lady. Where are my manners?” mockingly he put his hat to his chest. “My name is Tirrian Rider, and that jerk over there is Donnam. My brother.” Tirrian drew his thumb and pointed at Donnam. He yanked a knife from his pocket. My eyes grew wide.

“Don’t worry.” He cackled. Tirrian reached out and cut my ropes. Grabbing me by the collar with one hand, he clicked his tongue. Donnam walked over and I felt myself lifted up and stuffed like rags into a sack. A rock was laid beside me, and I was gagged and tied again. I was carried away to somewhere. Nowhere.

“Hey!! You can't do this to me!” my muffled yells made no sense and no help. “Help!” I was falling! Falling into nowhere. I shoved the bag around, pushing with my lips at the gag. Slowly it slid of, and I uttered a loud scream, “HELP ME!” before I splashed into nowhere.
This article has been read 859 times

COMMENTS:
MEMBER COMMENT
*~Koko Down Under~*   Wow!

Home

©FaithWriters.com


Is Jesus God?     FACTS - God's Existence and Identity    
Welcome Guest
Login Here
HOMEPAGE
HELP

Submit Your Writing
Browse All Writings
Weekly Topic
WHAT'S NEW
PARENTS-SUPPORT
FaithWriters
Shop Amazon Here


   Exclusive Kids Books From FaithWriters Authors

Newest Writings Posted
My little Flame/A Passage Through the Trees
I'm Still Here :)
Hey Everyone!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!
IIIIII'MMMM BAAACCKKKKKK
Adventure
He Couldn't Tell a Lie
Been Busy
Don't Have Much Time To Write This
Rock Painting! Community Artwork