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Jun. 11, 2007
The Vator - Chapter 4

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           When Jim woke up he was not in the cottage or on a street he was in…… something. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe. When he opened his eyes, something got in them and burned his eyes. Jim felt as if he was in thick water, or even worse…dirt…he pushed and shoved and finally he came out gasping for fresh air! He was right, he was in dirt. Somehow he had got buried. Jim struggled to get all the way out. That was when he heard the screams. Suddenly from somewhere out there some one screamed. It was a small boy who was running away from Jim he was yelling frantically “it’s a frieg it’s a frieg, they have come back runnnn!!!!” Jim was very puzzled by this. He wiped the dirt off of his face, and then he looked down to where he was buried. He laughed when he saw a grave stone above the dirt it said

                                                              Unknown boy
                                                      ?-20456

             Someone must have thought that he was dead and paid their respects. Jim looked around; there were other gravestones around his. Jim thought that he should destroy his gravestone since he wasn’t in it. He picked up a rock and threw it at the grave stone. All it did was break the rock, so he pushed on the gravestone. Still nothing happened. He decided that he should go get some help. But he didn’t get out of the grave yard.

               When Jim got near the gate he heard a yell, it wasn’t an afraid yell; it was a yell that meant someone was charging! Sure enough a big man with a large shovel had jumped down from a tree over head. Jim got out of the way. The man hit the ground then Jim saw an arrow zoom by his head. The people were trying to kill him! Jim looked back to where the arrow came from just in time to see another arrow zoom past his head. Up above Jim, next to the gate was a cliff, and on this cliff were three young boys with bows and arrows. One of the boys said

               “Come on just get him!!!!” The third boy pulled back on the string and took carful aim. Jim jumped out of the way and accidentally crashed into another man. They both went down. Then the first man jumped into the wrestle. Jim finally struggled out of the mess and started to run towards the gate. An arrow struck him in the left arm. He fell down from the surprise and got back up quickly but not quick enough. The first man had hit Jim on the back to make ken fall. It worked; Jim fell back down and landed on his elbow. It hurt terribly but Jim had no time to worry about pain, the second man had ran up to Jim and was about to hit Jim with an iron bar. Then a voice called out

                Wait!!!

               Then the man, who was above Jim stopped, turned around and yelled “What’s the matter!! He could destroy the village!!!” Jim looked were the man was looking and there was Etheiolach!

               “I know that boy!” Etheiolach said walking over to the man “he is a friend of mine”

               “My son said he was a frieg” the man protested

               “No, this boy is not a frieg, he is human.”

                “Then maybe the frieg is still out there!”

            “No!”…… every one turned, that wasn’t Etheiolach’s voice it was a boy’s voice. The boy who had spoken was one of the archers on the cliff, he jumped down; it was only five feet. He was the boy Jim had seen at the grave yard. “No he was the one who I saw come out!”

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Jun. 12, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Jo


Hmmm.... Scary thought to be buried alive...

Can't wait to read more!

:::Jo:::


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Jun. 15, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Anonymous


Great story so far. Your mom is right, you are creative! I especially like the unusual names. Keep going, I'm looking forward to reading more!


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Sep. 24, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by chezdak


It's a strange story. I like writing stories aswell. Maybe you could visit my blog sometime. I live in the U.K, so my stories are very castle manorhouse sort of and quite fantasy. I know a lot about castles so if you would like to try and describe one then you could always ask me to give you an idea of what they are like. My cousin or somthing owns a castle and we've been in it before and we used to live next to one in Scotland. But we live in England now
Chezdak


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