How To Write A Story Chapter 1

“I would to. Anyway, Then about twenty minutes after a guy posing as Jimmy came over to me and we walk for a while. Then I realized that he was not Jimmy. I confronted him and he said I was under arrest the hole time. That guy handed me a noted saying that the patrolman was jimmy. Also he said that jimmy didn’t want to do it so he sent an imposter.”

“Did you get a close look at him? Did you notice something, distinct about his appearance?” Detective Johnson asked.

“I never liked that kid, even before he did what he did. He just never fit in around here. It seemed like all he did was cause trouble for the goods folks of this town.”

I knew that was coming why couldn’t I just be quiet? So now let’s think, Salim evaporated out of thin air and somehow that is possible, but now the real question is how and where. “Ow!”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get in jail?” questioned the inmate.

“Run,” the bellhop whispered inches away from my face. I broke into a sprint instantly, trying to reach the stairs that I had come up. I could see the faint outline of the bannister in the distance and I ran even faster, my legs

Leon ran and ran until he was safe. He then stopped and surveyed his surroundings. In the distance, he could see what looked like a burning barrel. He then walked to it and the human who was there.

“I don’t know but I tried running after him but he was fast for a little guy.”

I hurried down stairs. There was already a cop car down the street and lots of smoke in the air. The fire trucks were still coming.

“Yeah, he did. But even so, there are more people here than usual. Do you suppose they all have tickets?”

Hearing the voice again struck me with terror and fear for my life. I tried to run, however I was petrified. I looked over to Jonathan and to my surprise, he was petrified on the spot too.

“I have to get out of here.” Josh whispered. 30 minutes later. As Josh was dashing through nearby warehouse he overheard speeding footsteps behind him and immediately he knew he was being chased by the vile terrorists.

Realizing this supplied the perfect distraction, he continued his progress, easily jumping from rooftop to rooftop through the city, unobserved by the people below, to the palace district. Nearing the palace, he began encountering soldiers stationed upon the roofs and decided to return to the streets where he could blend in with the frantic crowds more than a lone individual traveling by rooftop. When he reached the palace gates, he slipped away from the crowd and hid behind a rain barrel of the building directly across from the gates. He observed two armor-clad guards armed with spears standing just inside and miraculously, had not discovered him since they were all too busy assisting the patrol that had just come through the gate, its wagons filled with hot steaming cauldrons on their way to help with the assault on the city’s main gate, to notice him. He made his move when the street had finally cleared and openly approached the two guards. When the guard saw him, he barked out, “Halt. No civilians allowed beyond this point, only soldiers of Parsis.”

“No, and the police is preventing anyone from landing too close. Buckhead’s your brother’s district, right? Think he might be here?”

“We have to get them out of there!” I heard voices yelling out in the distance, but was to lightheaded to know where they were coming from.