Sep 14, 2003 16:37
Okay I was writing and now I have a peice typed on to the computer from the very starting of my story:
As he crept behind the bail of hay he heard footsteps of three people. He grasped the butcher knife in one hand and his other hand pressed firmly against the ground. He was ready to pounce on the three young girls that were walking slowly to their destination. He couldnt make a sound, not even breathing, or his plan would be ruined.
Thats all I typed so far ;) There will be bits and peices more coming.