Post by Rosemary Jackson on Feb 20, 2015 23:39:20 GMT
Hey guys!
This is a preview of another story I am writing.
Seriously, when I finish this story I think it's going to be the best one I've ever written!
It's called The Three-Armed Hacker, and it's about a computer hacker that searches for a missing child, and, because he is working so hard, he grows an extra arm.
I think you can see why I'm really excited for this
I will accept comments and/or suggestions.
Hope you enjoy!
This is a preview of another story I am writing.
Seriously, when I finish this story I think it's going to be the best one I've ever written!
It's called The Three-Armed Hacker, and it's about a computer hacker that searches for a missing child, and, because he is working so hard, he grows an extra arm.
I think you can see why I'm really excited for this
I will accept comments and/or suggestions.
Hope you enjoy!
The Three-Armed Hacker
Chapter One
A snowflake lands on my cheek, and I wipe it off swiftly. I was in town that Saturday morning, doing my weekly grocery shopping. I hear the patter of footsteps in front of me, next to me, behind me, as well as the patter of footsteps I create. I hear the commotion that is common when Christmas time is near, and feel the cold that December brings. Everyone is shopping, buying gifts for their loved ones, but I live and work alone. I do not buy gifts for anyone besides myself.
“What’s this?” A few people ahead of me, a small crowd has gathered around a street lamp. It seems they are reading a flyer posted on the street lamp, but I cannot be sure. I am not there yet, anyways.
“A missing child?”
“Ten thousand dollar reward!”
The voices of the crowd linger towards me, and I find myself in the crowd as well. Looking over the shoulders of two ladies, I can see a missing child poster taped to the street lamp. Sure enough, the flyer states a reward of ten thousand dollars, as well as a detailed description of the missing child. Instantly I know I must find that child.
Chapter One
A snowflake lands on my cheek, and I wipe it off swiftly. I was in town that Saturday morning, doing my weekly grocery shopping. I hear the patter of footsteps in front of me, next to me, behind me, as well as the patter of footsteps I create. I hear the commotion that is common when Christmas time is near, and feel the cold that December brings. Everyone is shopping, buying gifts for their loved ones, but I live and work alone. I do not buy gifts for anyone besides myself.
“What’s this?” A few people ahead of me, a small crowd has gathered around a street lamp. It seems they are reading a flyer posted on the street lamp, but I cannot be sure. I am not there yet, anyways.
“A missing child?”
“Ten thousand dollar reward!”
The voices of the crowd linger towards me, and I find myself in the crowd as well. Looking over the shoulders of two ladies, I can see a missing child poster taped to the street lamp. Sure enough, the flyer states a reward of ten thousand dollars, as well as a detailed description of the missing child. Instantly I know I must find that child.
