ok, my story continues,
Unbeknown to him, as he stood on the verge, passers by had contacted the police, reporting someone standing by the road with what they thought could be a gun. As the police got closer the gun man finished off the job he had set out to do, he aimed the barrel at each innocent victim as he continued to slaughter them with wrath and despise. Letting off a single bullet in to their heads, each body moved with the force of the tiny missiles cracking through the bone. The weapon was placed on the roof of the vehicle as the gun man walked away towards the roadside. Approaching the edge of the field the lone figure looked up at the sky, trying to find where the noise was coming from, as he looked skyward he saw the underside of a helicopter, written on the belly of the flying machine was the word Police written in bold white lettering on a blue background. As he lowered his head a wry grin stretched across his face, he continued to walk away from the killing site and towards the road.
Reaching the gap in the fence where the car had crashed through, the lone figure removed his baseball cap and placed his left hand in his jacket pocket. He threw his cap to the ground and stood on the verge. Standing at an angle in the road facing him was a marked police Range Rover, to the side of the bonnet were two armed police officers, both had their weapons trained on the figure before them. Furhter down the road was another police car, blocking the road, another car with blue flashing lights was approaching the scene. The police helicopter still hovered above.
"ARMED POLICE, STAND STILL"
"DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW" One of the armed officers was shouting commands at the figure on the roadside.
"LIE FACE DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS OUT"
"DO IT NOW"
The gun man did as he was commanded, his clothing welded to his skin by the rain, what once were blue jeans, were now caked in mud, splashes of blood could be seen on his black bomber jacket and his face.
An armed officer trained his weapon at the head of figure as it lay face down on the ground, chocking in the rain water as it flowed down the road like a river. Another officer approached from behind, placing handcuffs on the prisoners wrists.
"I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder" the words came from behind the figure as the officer raised him to his feet.
"What's your name?"
"Billy"
"How old are you?"
"18"
There you go a little bit more of my story.
Now i would like to ask all you lovely people for some help.
I have started taking pictures of every day life and objects that surround us. i would like to ask anyone if they can help by sending me pictures of derelict/dissused buildings, abandoned vehicles etc. i would appreciate the help greatly and will do anything in return for the favour.
if you can help please let me know.
bye for now, but before i wish to say a special HI to everyone who knows me, you are all fabulous.
and hello to my little Duck ( you know who you are)
take care everyone
Unbeknown to him, as he stood on the verge, passers by had contacted the police, reporting someone standing by the road with what they thought could be a gun. As the police got closer the gun man finished off the job he had set out to do, he aimed the barrel at each innocent victim as he continued to slaughter them with wrath and despise. Letting off a single bullet in to their heads, each body moved with the force of the tiny missiles cracking through the bone. The weapon was placed on the roof of the vehicle as the gun man walked away towards the roadside. Approaching the edge of the field the lone figure looked up at the sky, trying to find where the noise was coming from, as he looked skyward he saw the underside of a helicopter, written on the belly of the flying machine was the word Police written in bold white lettering on a blue background. As he lowered his head a wry grin stretched across his face, he continued to walk away from the killing site and towards the road.
Reaching the gap in the fence where the car had crashed through, the lone figure removed his baseball cap and placed his left hand in his jacket pocket. He threw his cap to the ground and stood on the verge. Standing at an angle in the road facing him was a marked police Range Rover, to the side of the bonnet were two armed police officers, both had their weapons trained on the figure before them. Furhter down the road was another police car, blocking the road, another car with blue flashing lights was approaching the scene. The police helicopter still hovered above.
"ARMED POLICE, STAND STILL"
"DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW" One of the armed officers was shouting commands at the figure on the roadside.
"LIE FACE DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS OUT"
"DO IT NOW"
The gun man did as he was commanded, his clothing welded to his skin by the rain, what once were blue jeans, were now caked in mud, splashes of blood could be seen on his black bomber jacket and his face.
An armed officer trained his weapon at the head of figure as it lay face down on the ground, chocking in the rain water as it flowed down the road like a river. Another officer approached from behind, placing handcuffs on the prisoners wrists.
"I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder" the words came from behind the figure as the officer raised him to his feet.
"What's your name?"
"Billy"
"How old are you?"
"18"
There you go a little bit more of my story.
Now i would like to ask all you lovely people for some help.
I have started taking pictures of every day life and objects that surround us. i would like to ask anyone if they can help by sending me pictures of derelict/dissused buildings, abandoned vehicles etc. i would appreciate the help greatly and will do anything in return for the favour.
if you can help please let me know.
bye for now, but before i wish to say a special HI to everyone who knows me, you are all fabulous.
and hello to my little Duck ( you know who you are)
take care everyone
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october:
i'm feling better now, thank you when i get my computer at home set up i'll try and take some pictures for you. it might be a while though.
poem:
I got Alice