Post by brad on Oct 18, 2007 2:11:18 GMT
So far I've only written 500 words, but If people like it I'll post more.
C.I.B.O.A
CONSCRIPTION
Chapter one: Chase
Cameron sprinted down the sand dunes and towards the roaring ocean, eager to wash away his worries and get a head start on training for the 2007 Junior Ripcurl Surfing Championships. Today he was in a particularly good mood as it was the first day of the Easter holidays and tomorrow he was planning on meeting his father to celebrate his thirteenth birthday.
The salt burned his eyes and the water was cold, but he was determined to train and wasn’t about to allow the elements to get in the way of his plans. He looked back anxiously as a giant wave formed behind him before paddling out hard and riding up alongside it. Cameron couldn’t help grinning as he rode the wave toward the shore, the fresh sea air blasting him in the face gave him a real sense of freedom.
As he approached the shore front, he was approached by a shady man dressed in a brown winter coat and tie.
“Can I help you?” Cameron asked curiously as he was approached by the shady figure.
“You’re quite the surfer,” the mysterious man said casually.
“Thanks, I’m preparing for this years Junior Championship.”
“Impressive, do you know who I am?”
Cameron stared at the man confused, “no, I don’t think I do.”
The mysterious man walked toward the rocky shore and stared out into the roaring sea. “Your name is Cameron yes?”
Cameron didn’t like where this was going, he had no idea who this person was or how he knew his name. “What’s it to you?” Cameron retorted fiercely, before realizing that he was probably only making matters worse.
The man turned around and approached Cameron with one hand behind his back, “What’s the matter boy?”
Cameron dropped his board and sprinted up the steep sound dunes toward the concrete steps that led out to the car park.
Something was definitely wrong.
Half way up the concrete stairwell Cameron snatched a cautious glance behind him, before losing his footing and badly grazing his knee on the ash felt. The man was less than fifteen meters away, charging up the steps behind him and clutching a large syringe in his right hand.
Cameron winced as he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairs before making a sharp left into a busy intersection. He charged onto the road and waved his hands around frantically, “Help!” he screamed as a large range rover swerved onto the nature strip to avoid him.
Cameron looked back and was relieved to see that the man hadn’t pursued, and the presence of the public made him feel safe. Just as all seemed well, he jolted in shock as a loud horn blasted from in behind of him; it hit the brakes and collided with him side on. Everything went black.
C.I.B.O.A
CONSCRIPTION
Chapter one: Chase
Cameron sprinted down the sand dunes and towards the roaring ocean, eager to wash away his worries and get a head start on training for the 2007 Junior Ripcurl Surfing Championships. Today he was in a particularly good mood as it was the first day of the Easter holidays and tomorrow he was planning on meeting his father to celebrate his thirteenth birthday.
The salt burned his eyes and the water was cold, but he was determined to train and wasn’t about to allow the elements to get in the way of his plans. He looked back anxiously as a giant wave formed behind him before paddling out hard and riding up alongside it. Cameron couldn’t help grinning as he rode the wave toward the shore, the fresh sea air blasting him in the face gave him a real sense of freedom.
As he approached the shore front, he was approached by a shady man dressed in a brown winter coat and tie.
“Can I help you?” Cameron asked curiously as he was approached by the shady figure.
“You’re quite the surfer,” the mysterious man said casually.
“Thanks, I’m preparing for this years Junior Championship.”
“Impressive, do you know who I am?”
Cameron stared at the man confused, “no, I don’t think I do.”
The mysterious man walked toward the rocky shore and stared out into the roaring sea. “Your name is Cameron yes?”
Cameron didn’t like where this was going, he had no idea who this person was or how he knew his name. “What’s it to you?” Cameron retorted fiercely, before realizing that he was probably only making matters worse.
The man turned around and approached Cameron with one hand behind his back, “What’s the matter boy?”
Cameron dropped his board and sprinted up the steep sound dunes toward the concrete steps that led out to the car park.
Something was definitely wrong.
Half way up the concrete stairwell Cameron snatched a cautious glance behind him, before losing his footing and badly grazing his knee on the ash felt. The man was less than fifteen meters away, charging up the steps behind him and clutching a large syringe in his right hand.
Cameron winced as he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairs before making a sharp left into a busy intersection. He charged onto the road and waved his hands around frantically, “Help!” he screamed as a large range rover swerved onto the nature strip to avoid him.
Cameron looked back and was relieved to see that the man hadn’t pursued, and the presence of the public made him feel safe. Just as all seemed well, he jolted in shock as a loud horn blasted from in behind of him; it hit the brakes and collided with him side on. Everything went black.
