Sunday, 24 May 2009

• The Great Xanga Round Story (UPDATED)

  Legendairy had a great idea.
  He thought it might be fun to put together a story on Xanga
  where each person involved will write a chapter. 
  He calls it
  
  The Great Xanga Round Story
  

  Table of Contents
  Chapter One: Frozen_Assets
  Chapter Two:You_Forget_Who_You_Are
  Chapter Three: And_Take_a_New_Angle
  Chapter Four:Check_or_Mate
  Chapter Five:Moral_Relativity
  Chapter Six: Decisions
  
  I am writing Chapter Seven.
  I do not read mysteries and I am not one of the better writers on Xanga
  but I loved this idea and wanted to be a part of it.
  Special thanks to saintvi for editing it and helping with the ending!!
  

  
  Chapter Seven
  Always Trust Your Gut
  
  As Gregory rounded the first corner he tried to recall the basic survival skills
  he had learned from his years in Boy Scouts.
  He remembered to duck low to peer around the corner;
  never greet the unknown at eye level.
  The coast was clear. He knew he had no time to waste,
  yet he had to be cautious and as aware of his surroundings as possible.
  The first thing he needed was some kind of weapon.
  It is true he had never won a fight in his life
   but this time he knew he had to be ready and he had to win.
  He saw a towel laying on a chair, grabbed it and wrapped it around his arm.
  It would offer some protection. Leaning against the wall near the chair was a push broom.
  Gregory quickly unscrewed the handle and took that with him also.
  
  He had to find a way to get up to the the main floor.
  The building had twelve levels below ground;there had to be stairs.
  He was weak from weeks of inactivity but the adrenaline rush was sheer energy.
  Rounding a corner, Gregory found the stairs; dare he risk being on an open stairwell?
  He wanted to bolt and take this first exit he found but his instinct told him to wait,
  there must be an elevator somewhere, too. Another survival skill he learned was,
  "Always trust your gut instinct."
  
  Creeping past the stairs, he rounded the next corner and spied the elevator.
  It was the kind he'd only ever seen in old movies, a cage with a gate in front of it.
  No one was in sight as he reached the elevator and opened the gate.
  "It smells just like  Grandma's sewing machine," he thought.
  For a second, Gregory smiled as he pictured his Grandmother sitting at her sewing machine
  working on one of her beautiful quilts...
  He shook his head to clear it. This was no time for sentiment.
  If he was going to get out of here alive he needed to keep his mind focused.
  
  His fingers were just closing on the elevator's control switch when he heard voices.
  Gregory froze. He knew the elevator would make noise in the otherwise silent building.
  The voices drew closer; whoever they were, they were coming down the stairs.
  Heart pounding in his ears, he ducked down. Suddenly, he heard his name;
  they were talking about him!He couldn't make out what they were saying,
  but he heard the squeak of their shoes on the concrete floor
  as they walked down the passage he'd just traversed. It was now or never.
  Gregory hit the switch and began the slow journey upward to freedom.
  
  

  UPDATE:
  

  Chapter Eight: Train_of_Thought
  Chapter Nine: Probability

  
  
  
  

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