RMckie
04-16-2011, 05:53 PM
Hi all, my names rob. I have never written anything before although i have always wanted to try. So here is a short story i was working on tonight - its a bit dark though
The Action and Motive (part 1 The Action)
By Robert Mckie
The sycamore tree provided little in the way of cover from the rain this evening, but rob didn’t mind, in truth rob didn’t even notice. His attention was focused on the door across the street, it was the third night he had spent crouched there, what lay behind the door was Charlie, Charlie had left Nottingham over 20 years ago and rob didn’t think he would ever get this chance again.
A large rain drop landed on his arm and made its way down his hand and onto the knife he held gripped within white knuckles. Rob scanned the building concentrating now on a first floor window and the new light within, two minutes later and the light went out. He knew Charlie was going to bed.
Like a spring rob leapt up and charged towards the door adrenaline bursting through his body, shoulder first he ran straight through. The door breaking into splinters, rob hit the stairs before the pieces hit the floor, leaping two stairs at a time. Heartbeats marking the passage of time, three beats at the top of the stairs, five beats along the hallway, eight beats into the bedroom, twelve beats and knife in hand. Rob quickly scanned the room, Charlie was already on his feet the shock of the unexpected shown clearly on his face, rob pounced forward sinking the knife into his pray.
Charlie lay on the floor eyes glazed, Rob knelt crying beside his body the expected easing of lifelong pain did not come. A blackness filled robs head, the world unnoticed picking up the knife he moved it to his arm. He felt the blade cut into his wrist, he felt it tear the flesh and whilst still weeping he smiled.
Release had come.
The Action and Motive (part 1 The Action)
By Robert Mckie
The sycamore tree provided little in the way of cover from the rain this evening, but rob didn’t mind, in truth rob didn’t even notice. His attention was focused on the door across the street, it was the third night he had spent crouched there, what lay behind the door was Charlie, Charlie had left Nottingham over 20 years ago and rob didn’t think he would ever get this chance again.
A large rain drop landed on his arm and made its way down his hand and onto the knife he held gripped within white knuckles. Rob scanned the building concentrating now on a first floor window and the new light within, two minutes later and the light went out. He knew Charlie was going to bed.
Like a spring rob leapt up and charged towards the door adrenaline bursting through his body, shoulder first he ran straight through. The door breaking into splinters, rob hit the stairs before the pieces hit the floor, leaping two stairs at a time. Heartbeats marking the passage of time, three beats at the top of the stairs, five beats along the hallway, eight beats into the bedroom, twelve beats and knife in hand. Rob quickly scanned the room, Charlie was already on his feet the shock of the unexpected shown clearly on his face, rob pounced forward sinking the knife into his pray.
Charlie lay on the floor eyes glazed, Rob knelt crying beside his body the expected easing of lifelong pain did not come. A blackness filled robs head, the world unnoticed picking up the knife he moved it to his arm. He felt the blade cut into his wrist, he felt it tear the flesh and whilst still weeping he smiled.
Release had come.