Creative writing – Final Draft
Creating Writing
Creating Writing
“It laid there in solitude, the very essence of the unknown. It knows no bounds for it was concealed by man for they feared that deceit, lies and murder would rise, now …
I have it.”Another voice spoke “Who shall decode it.”
“Richard Armstrong, 56 years old and the former head engineer in the Mechanical Design Division for NASA… yes he will be the one to decode it.” He said “but how will you convince…”
“Worry not, Armstrong will have no choice but to. Isn’t that right…”
I was walking through the busy night city streets, there were loud noises of passing cars and the atrocious singing of drunk men walking out of an old dodgy bar called the “Wine House”, an old drinking establishment which the local folks came to relax and socialize after a hard day’s work I haven’t been there for 3 years, of course I always tried to avoid any pub, bar and drunk feller I had seen by crossing the pavement to an alleyway which became somewhat of an habit of a route I took home from the grocery store. of course the alleyway was cold and uninviting since it was wedged between two old abandon terraced houses built many years ago.Within the passageway there was a single streetlight constantly flickering but of course you couldn’t see the end of the alleyway it was 20 metres long it was dark ,scary perhaps but alas it lead straight to my house on to a open road . There was a story about someone being attacked and murdered in this alleyway but what was the chances of someone attacking in the same place as before but never the less this did happen many years ago. They say no one used the alley except for the brave and the foolish.
Suddenly a voice echoed down the alley. It was incoherent. I turned around, there was nothing but it got louder it sound like my name was being called over and over. It was faint “…rong… Arm….ng …..st…rong” my name was being called out like on a broken record. I walked with a quicker pace than ever before, there it was, a masked stranger wearing a long black jacket standing in the shadow of the alleyway .Brave and fools I thought.
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The masked stranger spoke “Ah…Richard Armstrong it’s great to meet the great pioneer of Mechanical engineering.” Sounded like a French woman thought Richard.
“Gave me scare… but if excuses me I have to get home to my daug….” Richard was abruptly interrupted.
“Oh but Mr Armstrong what’s the haste you’re not going to find your beloved daughter.” The strange woman said with a light tone.
Richard paced forward with a risen voice “What?”
The masked woman pulled a gun out of her pocket and pointed it at Richard. Richard held his lip.“Aha-aha no sudden movements now Mr Armstrong” She said proactively
“Who…” right before Richard could say anything two men grabbed him from behind. one placed a black bag over his head then brought him to his knees. Richard could hear the distinct sound of high heels walking towards him the masked woman said “It’s your lucky day Mr Armstrong don’t worry this is a privilege. Inject the Promethazine.” Richard tried to escape with all might but it was only to proven futile as the men in black raised the his neck and then administered the drug while the other held down his arms the struggling
Richard slowly lost all feeling in his arms the numbness in his body was soon followed by his vision fading and his consciences dwindling his last thought.
Richard reached up and suddenly his vision began to fade. he lowered his hands and then he realized he couldn’t even hear anything not even the sound of his dying grasping breath trying to call out with his last ounce of strength ” Help, help,help.”but not even that he could do, finally his vision, dyed to black Richard fell to the cold bittering ground with a sudden thump, there was no sound for him to hear, no light for him to see, only the cold bitter darkness that awaits him. The only comfort was the sound of silence. Then he knew no more.
“…I Should have took the…main street I guess I was …just the fool…”
Richard was taken away by the men in black.
Mr North’s Comment:
Your ideas develop fairly well and you write with a certain confidence. The vocabulary you have chosen suits your genre and you have created tension well with your dual narrative and attention to detail. Some errors in accuracy.
To finish this piece:
1) Re-read and edit typos (look at the use of the indefinite article before vowels)
2) Make sur your use of tenses is consistent throughout.