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A new book
Hi like fellow gamershooders i too have decided to write a story, this time however the full story will have been written and a new chapter will be revealed whenever i have time
I must tell you now where i live this story has been entered for a national young writers prize and is through to the county finals, so any copyright will be forbidden. Here is the first chapter, the story is entitled the phantoms. It is only a short story so don't expect pages and pages
Readers are free to post their opininions in this post so feel free
COPYRIGHT 2008
The Phantoms
Chapter 1
It burned like paper being sizzled by flames, like oil smouldering away, like charcoal aflame in the heart of a rickety, furnace, like cinders blowing along the plains of a desolate desert.
It ripped through the walls like a bomb would rip through the streets of London. It roared into the glimmering, moonlit sky, like a lion would roar at a violent hunter. It climbed its way up the bricks of the narrow terraces, onto the rooftops, down the streetlamps. It crawled down the drains and into the sewers; down the bleak tunnels and into the mountains of raw sewage. Gently, it moved through the air with the grace of an Ice skater. It covered the houses, the gardens, the ridged fences and the cobbled paths; along with the thick, oily windows of the cars. Sporadically it would tremble and bubble and viciously snarl onto the countless acres of countryside. It would ride on the roads like a jovial horse searching the clandestine and secluded forests, searching for prey. It would leap over the barriers like a magnificent stallion at a gymkhana.
The splendour shrubs along the roadside would be engulfed in its destroying and harrowing path.
The echoes of its moans and groans would halt whenever a stop sign would appear on the road.
The seas would be flooded by its presence and the ships would be captured by its magnificent and smooth layers; and the masts would be lifted and shudders would run up the soft, deep fibres within the cloth. It embraced the size of cities into one deep, colossal blow.
I must tell you now where i live this story has been entered for a national young writers prize and is through to the county finals, so any copyright will be forbidden. Here is the first chapter, the story is entitled the phantoms. It is only a short story so don't expect pages and pages
Readers are free to post their opininions in this post so feel free
COPYRIGHT 2008
The Phantoms
Chapter 1
It burned like paper being sizzled by flames, like oil smouldering away, like charcoal aflame in the heart of a rickety, furnace, like cinders blowing along the plains of a desolate desert.
It ripped through the walls like a bomb would rip through the streets of London. It roared into the glimmering, moonlit sky, like a lion would roar at a violent hunter. It climbed its way up the bricks of the narrow terraces, onto the rooftops, down the streetlamps. It crawled down the drains and into the sewers; down the bleak tunnels and into the mountains of raw sewage. Gently, it moved through the air with the grace of an Ice skater. It covered the houses, the gardens, the ridged fences and the cobbled paths; along with the thick, oily windows of the cars. Sporadically it would tremble and bubble and viciously snarl onto the countless acres of countryside. It would ride on the roads like a jovial horse searching the clandestine and secluded forests, searching for prey. It would leap over the barriers like a magnificent stallion at a gymkhana.
The splendour shrubs along the roadside would be engulfed in its destroying and harrowing path.
The echoes of its moans and groans would halt whenever a stop sign would appear on the road.
The seas would be flooded by its presence and the ships would be captured by its magnificent and smooth layers; and the masts would be lifted and shudders would run up the soft, deep fibres within the cloth. It embraced the size of cities into one deep, colossal blow.
i read the three chapters and now i'm all "awwww what about the fourth?" 
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this is getting good. *goes to write in her own book to help with the wait*
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