[saunby]

ok, i have been writing a random story really, I have currently written just over 8/9 pages so below is the opening few paragraphs to get you interested. If any of you would like to read the rest (that i have written so far) then contact me on msn, i will send you the whole thing (again, so far)

It was a cold winter’s morning; Michael woke to the sound of crunching feet on the crisp morning frost and the sharp crackling of bacon frying. As he sat up, he could smell the bacon wafting into his room. He stared out of the window at the people going about their daily routine, wrapped up warmly. Michael smirked as he thought they all looked ridiculous. He was, of course, unaware that his mother would make him dress warmly as well.

He emerged into the kitchen to see his parents sitting, smiling, like any other day. Michael sat and ate in silence, listening curiously to his parent’s conversation; they were talking about a newborn baby within the family. Excited by this news, Michael rapidly finished his breakfast and returned to his room to dress. Once downstairs, ready to go out to his friend’s, his mother stopped him and handed him his coat, scarf and gloves, he grumbled, knowing that he could no longer take the mickey of everyone else outside. As he briskly strolled up the road he appreciated nature’s beauty, the birds and the flowers. As he did so, a single person stuck in his head, the girl who got away. He walked on, in a trance, remembering her and the good times they had. He began to cross the road, not noticing the white van, with dirty words written in the dirt on the side of the van, which was hurtling towards him. The noise of a horn pierced the silence of that cold morning as the van impacted on Michael. He flew through the air, his left arm broken, and hit the floor. As blood began to pour from the grazes and cuts on his face he made out the silhouette of the two men who had been driving the van standing over him. And just as he lost all consciousness, his mind screamed her name.

Michael awoke to a bright light, it blinded him and he could hear voices. He heard someone say he was coming around. He realised he must be in hospital, as his eyes became accustomed to the light, he saw his mother and father standing over him, happy that he was alright. “The doctor says you have a broken arm, sprained ankle and a lot of cuts and bruises”, still oblivious to why he was in hospital, Michael looked confused and asked his mother “what happened?” she replied “you were hit by a van on the way to Dan’s house”. Michael soon learned he had been unconscious for a day and a half. After half an hour, his parents returned home and left Michael to get some rest. Somewhat later he was confronted by a rather pretty nurse, “you have a visitor” she said “would you like me too send her in?” “Yes” he replied, knowing it wouldn’t be her because he had argued with her and they didn’t talk much anymore, however when Michael looked up he saw her. Confused, he blinked and looked again, it was her. She sprung her arms open and hugged him as hard as she could. The pain disappeared for a split second and he was filled with joy. She began to talk and talk, telling him how glad she was that he was alive. Then she sat and wept, it was then that he sat up, despite his aches and pains and comforted her, he described how it was her that his mind screamed at the time of the accident. Michael also told her how much he missed being with her and how he didn’t go a single day without thinking of her, she was the reason that made his life living, and he wasn’t going to let her forget it.

Mikey woke suddenly; sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. It had been ten long years since the accident and he had started having nightmares about it. Mikey was a successful architect now, he had passed his GCSE’s and gone on to do his A-levels. He had then gone and taken an architecture course, long and tedious, he had passed that too. Now he was working with a local architect, designing office blocks for a new estate. Since he had moved out from his parent’s house people stopped calling him Michael and the name Mikey was used instead.

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hope you enjoyed the first bit,

saunby

[Lessa]

Ahhh I like it Saunby (Matt). Its so sweet and cute, I missed some romantic story here and this seems pretty nice. Post more if you have or send me on msn. thanks =). And definitely keep writing

[saunby]

OK, so I thought I'd post some more of my story (coz lessa likes a good romantic story) So here is the next bit

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He got out of bed and went downstairs to grab a drink of water, as he opened the cupboard and reached for a glass he knocked a pile of childhood memories over, he dismissed then and shoved them untidily back into the cupboard. Unaware that a photo of a young girl slipped into the pocket of his dressing gown, Mikey proceeded to fill his glass with water and returned to his bedroom where he pondered about his nightmare, it just didn’t make sense. “Why now?” he kept asking himself as he felt the picture in his pocket. Puzzled, he pulled the photo from his pocket and looked at it. To begin with he didn’t recognise her, but suddenly he remembered. He turned it over and saw dried blood that stained the back of the photo. This was the photo he had held with his bloodied hands when he was sprawled in the middle of the road after the accident.

Mikey decided he would visit her house after work, assuming that she still lived there of course. So after work he took the route he had many a time as a teenager, he reached the house to find that it no longer existed. It had been knocked down years ago, or so it would seem, and now Mikey stood and looked upon the spot on which his true loved once lived. He parted the wire fence, ignoring the no-entry and danger of death signs and sat on the rubble. “It was worth a try” he thought “anyway, she had stopped contacting him when he left school, she doesn’t care”. He returned home and poured himself a large glass of vodka.

She was sat in front of the TV as she wept watching MTV. How could she have been so careless as to let him go? She realised now that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She walked into the kitchen and withdrew a knife from the drawer. Just as she was about to put it into her arm, she saw a message go along the bottom of the TV screen on the chat box, it read ‘I guess she didn’t care, even after I told her I couldn’t live without her- Mikey. She stopped, the knife, a mere millimetre away from her flesh. The message gave her hope; “sure” she told herself “it’s extremely unlikely to be him, especially after all these years”. But still, she saw hope yet.

A week passed and Mikey didn’t revisit the accident in his sleep. And even though he had given up on his first true love, he still kept the photo of her close to his heart, just in case there was still hope. He was at work, on his lunch break, as he leant on the window sill, he finished his tea (as he hated coffee) and placed the mug upon the sill. It was then that he reached into his top pocket and stared at the picture of her. However when he went to replace the photo, he clumsily missed and the photo fell from the window, gracefully floating toward the glistening icy pavement. Taking it as a sign that she really didn’t want him, he turned and continued with his work.

She left Starbucks, after having her lunchtime coffee, to return to work. She was a beautician and had her own salon now, as she set her daily steady pace back up the high street she happened to look down at the ground, which was when she noticed the photo of her lying there. She picked it up with her delicate fingernails and laid it in her hand, the dried blood from the back of the picture was moist from where it had been on the floor and now it started to run onto her perfect hands. She did not care though, it was a sign, a sign that he still cared. She had to find him.

The next day she had leaflets delivered to offices and houses that advertised her salon to try and pick up business. Mikey collected the post like any other day on his way into work and threw it casually onto his desk. He began going through it, sorting it into junk and business. He then began to go through it all, item by item. There were some documents he had been waiting for about the new office block from the council, a letter from the main branch of their company and a letter from another one of their clients. They did not often receive a lot of junk at the office, just a couple of bits now and then, today there was a pizza take away leaflet, double glazing and a salon flyer. He immediately threw the double glazing flyer away; he hated people in such a business, besides they already had double glazing. He tucked the pizza brochure in his cupboard as he figured it would probably come in handy some day. As for the salon flyer, he nearly dismissed it instantly, being as there weren’t any women that worked in his office, but he couldn’t help notice the name of the owner, it was the same as hers. He decided he wouldn’t visit because he felt she didn’t love him, but he kept it anyway- just in case.

Mikey had arranged to have dinner with his parents that day, so after work he made the short trek out of town into his old, quiet neighbourhood and finally reached their house. He knocked and waited patiently because he knew his mother was sure to have the hoover on, cleaning the place ready for him to arrive. His Father answered the door shortly and welcomed him inside, he had been right, the place was spotless. He hugged his parents and they all sat in the living room where a conversation was struck up before there was another knock at the door. “That’ll be Tom” his father said as he left the room. “Who’s Tom?” Mikey asked inquisitively, “Tom is your cousin, the one who was born the day before your accident, his parents died last week so he’s going to be living with us” answered his mother. The young lad strolled through the door and glanced at Mikey as he sat next to his aunt. “Hi” Mikey said politely, Tom didn’t reply. Any other time or person, Mikey would have considered it rude but he appreciated his situation and didn’t object to the boy. Mikey’s mother went out to check her cooking and returned to the room to beckon them all into the dining room to eat. Hungry from his day at work, Mikey eagerly stood up and made his way into the kitchen. His mother had prepared a wonderful spread of food to pick at including chicken legs and wings, salads and freshly made rolls. As Mikey tucked in to his plate of food, he noticed Tom wasn’t eating so he helped him to some food.

After eating, the family retired to the lounge once again and Mikey soon found himself talking to Tom, although he was quiet he occasionally nodded or blurted out a short phrase. Deciding to call it a night, Mikey said his goodbyes and headed for the door, just as he was about to leave his cousin ran up to him and asked “when are you coming next?” Mikey replied “soon, here’s my number, call me if you want a chat. Tom thanked him and returned to his aunt and uncle. Content, Mikey began the walk home, the same route as that on the day of the accident and when he reached the point in the road where he was hit, he stopped and sat on a bench, reflecting on the event. He was just about to leave when he saw a figure on a bench opposite him, curious, he decided to ask the person what was wrong. As he crossed the road he saw that it was a woman, what’s more, he saw that she looked very similar to an older version of his childhood sweetheart, he swiftly moved in the opposite direction, not wanting to upset her.

Jen had been out drinking and had ended up on a bench next to where the accident had happened; she saw a young man sit down on the bench opposite but hadn’t taken any notice, the man stood up and began to walk in her general direction. He had been about 10 metres away when she saw him turn and walk the other way, she thought it was a bit odd but was in too much of a state to care. Eventually Jen rose to her feet and began to make her way home. When she got home, she unlocked her door and went straight upstairs to her room, she sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes thinking before she put her feet up and dozed off. The next morning she awoke to the sun shining and the birds singing, she noticed she was late for work. Jen rushed downstairs and rapidly got ready, as she rushed out of the door, she failed to notice she had not locked it correctly. She jumped into her car and sped off to work. About an hour later a battered Citroen pulled up outside her house and two men jumped out, they approached Jen’s door and pushed it open.

Jen returned that evening to find her door wide open and the place trashed, she called the police and then her friend to ask if she could stay for a while. Ten minutes later the police turned up, Jen was questioned and she gave a statement. She then drove to her friends house and kipped there for the night. The following morning Jen drove into work as usual and dealt with all her customers, during a break she phoned the architects because the plot of land where her parent’s house once stood was still rightfully hers, therefore she planned to have it revamped. Mikey’s sectary answered the phone and after a short conversation she proceeded to Mikey’s workstation and gave him the details, he browsed over them and paused when he saw Jen’s name, silently he swore and decided that it wouldn’t matter, business is business. The phone rang; Mikey picked it up, “good afternoon, Tyler architects and co.” the reply came to him quickly “good afternoon, I’d like to arrange a meeting about the house you’re building for me, my names Jen…….” Mikey cut her short “I know who you are, how does quarter to one tomorrow sound?” Jen paused before replying “um, ok quarter to one is fine, see you then. Goodbye”. Mikey knew she did not know it was him.

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Hope you enjoy this bit as well

[Lessa]

Ahhh now I must know how it will end for sure . Hopefully you won´t let me wait for too long.
It´s really sweet story =)

[saunby]

thx lessa, i actually written so much and not finished yet, mby it best if i send you loads of it over msn, by whichtime i may have finished it

[saunby]

ok, guys, i finally finished my story, its 16 pages long so i really cba to post it on here, if you want to read the entire finished thing then PM me and ill send it to you over msn.
Thanks.