Joe1993
04-24-2011, 03:51 PM
Hi there, this is my first piece of writing so I didn't know how to go about structuring it very well and what english terms to use and when, but hopefully with practice I should/hopefully learn and become better, so if you could take the time to read this random story I started to write it would be much appreciated. Cheers! Joe
In the heart of the city, Robert awoke confused as to why he arrived in Paris. The street music played an all familiar tune, one of which sounded like a song his mother use to sing to him as a child. Clambering out of the royal, four-poster bed, he looked out the window to see a sight to which he had not seen before. Perched on a tree were two doves, clutching each other by the wing tips, nestling into there finely woven nest of delicate twigs picked from the cherry orchard. As Robert watched this he couldn't help but wonder what happened to his love. Penelope.
Suddenly, he turns to hear a knock on the old, white, wooden door of room 403.
"Mr Davies", said a voice, panting heavily.
"Um, yes?" replied Robert in a hesitant sigh.
"Mr Davies, you remeber what Mr Dukakis told you yesterday evening? Please, you must hurry".
"Oh, right, yes, yes of course, thank you Michael".
Robert hurried to his desk. On it, he found a letter, sealed with red wax, and on it featured the small intricate drawing of a peacock, marked in the top right hand corner, no bigger than a thumbnail. He settled the letter down on the bed and proceeded to gather his belongings to leave.
Standing out side the front of the 'The Four Seasons' dozens of people wondered aimlessley up and down the street, passing fruit stands and street performers. Two of these people were a couple, strolling hand in hand, with the look of happiness and delightment flourishing from thier ever so delightful faces. Just as Robert saw this, a car pulled up beside him and rolled down its tinited black window.
"Are you Robert?" said a voice, stained with the effects of a smoker.
Robert leered in to 1998 Rolls Royce Seraph to see three men all dressed in black suits hiding thier eyes with sunglasses.
"Mr Dukakis?" Robert ordered.
"No, but please, he is waiting." said the man haistily.
Robert clambered into the car, unsettled by the two men squashing him from either side of the seat as he sat down between them. As the car pulled away Robert leaned over to look out the window at the happy couple he saw earlier. They were sitting on a bench, opposite a beautiful looking fountain, with statues of cherubs and half naked women, covering thier bodies with almost life like wavy hair. It reminded Robert of a simpler time, a time when he and his love could abolish the troubles with such elements of beauty and tranquility.
The fresh zesty smell of a spring day hummed through the air as the car arrived at what seemed to be an old abandoned fairground. The car rolled under a huge, moss ridden sign saying "Bienvenue à la Fantaisie Royaume" and proceeded to move towards the carosel ride. The ride looked to be somethign out of a 80's movie, with its horse missing many limbs and golden pillars now turned to an everlasting tacky white. As the car drove past more amusments it finally came to a halt outside a run down fun house with the roots of a near by oak tree infesting themselves on its foundations.
"We're here. You'll find him inside, take the envelope and...", before the estranged man could finish his sentance Robert intruded.
"So if I do this, you'll let me go", Robert insisted.
The man let out a large sigh, with this Robert got out the car and walked wearingly towards the fun house. As he proceeded to enter the car sped of, leaving a cloud of dust and smoke as it left the old abandoned fair ground.
Robert entered the structure with caution, not knowing how old it was it looked like the whole building would come tumbling down in an instance. He follwed the path in a hurried fashion, often taking turns that would lead to mutilpe dead ends. After about five minutes of very frustrating travelling he arrived to a room. In it, dozens of discarded flyers had been blown in from the wind over the passing years, almost filling the floor completly. As Robert wondered to the centre of the room, he noticed a whimpering, like that of a small puppy when left alone. He followed the noise until he came to a door, an old, thick, steel door. It looked like something off a solitary confinement room you would expect to see in a episode of America's Toughest Prisons. He opened the door to an unusual sight. Just as he was about to investigate he was inturrupted by Mr. Dukakis. A in a grey pinstripe suit carrying a black and silver walking cane. He looked about 40 years old and gave off a vibe of intense widsom.
"You know, when I first met you Rob." He said as he took the envelope from Roberts firm grip.
"I thought you would know how to handle yourself at times like this."
Robert looked at him in a state of confusion, then back to the table.
"Where is she?" Robert persisted.
"Oh don't worry Rob, she's fine. You'll be reunited shortly." Dukakis opened the envelope, cutting the wax seal pulling out a small piece of yellow card. On it read three words, 'He's The One'. Preeceding to continue conversation Dukakis reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun. Robert dashed to safety but struggled to find cover, then suddenly a loud bang rang throughout the darkened room, Robert fell on to the table, landing on the tape recorder, which began to play those whining and whimpering sounds he heard just before.
"Robert Davies. Out of all the men I've hired over the years, you were one of the best." said Dukakis. "It's such a shame". With that, Mr. Dukakis buried a final bullet into the chest or Robert Davies, ending the life which he once had.
With that Mr. Dukakis wondered out of the room to leave the blood soaked Robert Davies and wondered if he should have reunited him with his love. Penelope.
End
In the heart of the city, Robert awoke confused as to why he arrived in Paris. The street music played an all familiar tune, one of which sounded like a song his mother use to sing to him as a child. Clambering out of the royal, four-poster bed, he looked out the window to see a sight to which he had not seen before. Perched on a tree were two doves, clutching each other by the wing tips, nestling into there finely woven nest of delicate twigs picked from the cherry orchard. As Robert watched this he couldn't help but wonder what happened to his love. Penelope.
Suddenly, he turns to hear a knock on the old, white, wooden door of room 403.
"Mr Davies", said a voice, panting heavily.
"Um, yes?" replied Robert in a hesitant sigh.
"Mr Davies, you remeber what Mr Dukakis told you yesterday evening? Please, you must hurry".
"Oh, right, yes, yes of course, thank you Michael".
Robert hurried to his desk. On it, he found a letter, sealed with red wax, and on it featured the small intricate drawing of a peacock, marked in the top right hand corner, no bigger than a thumbnail. He settled the letter down on the bed and proceeded to gather his belongings to leave.
Standing out side the front of the 'The Four Seasons' dozens of people wondered aimlessley up and down the street, passing fruit stands and street performers. Two of these people were a couple, strolling hand in hand, with the look of happiness and delightment flourishing from thier ever so delightful faces. Just as Robert saw this, a car pulled up beside him and rolled down its tinited black window.
"Are you Robert?" said a voice, stained with the effects of a smoker.
Robert leered in to 1998 Rolls Royce Seraph to see three men all dressed in black suits hiding thier eyes with sunglasses.
"Mr Dukakis?" Robert ordered.
"No, but please, he is waiting." said the man haistily.
Robert clambered into the car, unsettled by the two men squashing him from either side of the seat as he sat down between them. As the car pulled away Robert leaned over to look out the window at the happy couple he saw earlier. They were sitting on a bench, opposite a beautiful looking fountain, with statues of cherubs and half naked women, covering thier bodies with almost life like wavy hair. It reminded Robert of a simpler time, a time when he and his love could abolish the troubles with such elements of beauty and tranquility.
The fresh zesty smell of a spring day hummed through the air as the car arrived at what seemed to be an old abandoned fairground. The car rolled under a huge, moss ridden sign saying "Bienvenue à la Fantaisie Royaume" and proceeded to move towards the carosel ride. The ride looked to be somethign out of a 80's movie, with its horse missing many limbs and golden pillars now turned to an everlasting tacky white. As the car drove past more amusments it finally came to a halt outside a run down fun house with the roots of a near by oak tree infesting themselves on its foundations.
"We're here. You'll find him inside, take the envelope and...", before the estranged man could finish his sentance Robert intruded.
"So if I do this, you'll let me go", Robert insisted.
The man let out a large sigh, with this Robert got out the car and walked wearingly towards the fun house. As he proceeded to enter the car sped of, leaving a cloud of dust and smoke as it left the old abandoned fair ground.
Robert entered the structure with caution, not knowing how old it was it looked like the whole building would come tumbling down in an instance. He follwed the path in a hurried fashion, often taking turns that would lead to mutilpe dead ends. After about five minutes of very frustrating travelling he arrived to a room. In it, dozens of discarded flyers had been blown in from the wind over the passing years, almost filling the floor completly. As Robert wondered to the centre of the room, he noticed a whimpering, like that of a small puppy when left alone. He followed the noise until he came to a door, an old, thick, steel door. It looked like something off a solitary confinement room you would expect to see in a episode of America's Toughest Prisons. He opened the door to an unusual sight. Just as he was about to investigate he was inturrupted by Mr. Dukakis. A in a grey pinstripe suit carrying a black and silver walking cane. He looked about 40 years old and gave off a vibe of intense widsom.
"You know, when I first met you Rob." He said as he took the envelope from Roberts firm grip.
"I thought you would know how to handle yourself at times like this."
Robert looked at him in a state of confusion, then back to the table.
"Where is she?" Robert persisted.
"Oh don't worry Rob, she's fine. You'll be reunited shortly." Dukakis opened the envelope, cutting the wax seal pulling out a small piece of yellow card. On it read three words, 'He's The One'. Preeceding to continue conversation Dukakis reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun. Robert dashed to safety but struggled to find cover, then suddenly a loud bang rang throughout the darkened room, Robert fell on to the table, landing on the tape recorder, which began to play those whining and whimpering sounds he heard just before.
"Robert Davies. Out of all the men I've hired over the years, you were one of the best." said Dukakis. "It's such a shame". With that, Mr. Dukakis buried a final bullet into the chest or Robert Davies, ending the life which he once had.
With that Mr. Dukakis wondered out of the room to leave the blood soaked Robert Davies and wondered if he should have reunited him with his love. Penelope.
End