celwriter: I am getting very close to the end. I can sense the climax in the road ahead. Now all I have to do is think of a good sequel to my sequel, right? I already have a sequel ready for my potc sequel. Here's the next chapter:
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Chapter 17
Cel retreived the hat from the closet for the second time. It was sitting right next to a slip of paper with a phone number on it. Cel guessed that it was the phone number for a good seamstress who might be able to fix the hat. She knew that Shooter would not need the seamstress now. She stared at the fire that she had built in the fireplace and tossed the hat in.
The amount of smoke grew as the edges of the hat curles up from the heat. It was slowly consumed by the orange and yellow flames. They began to increase as if asking for more fuel to consume once the hat was turned to ash. At that instant, Mort walked in.
"Why'd you start a fire?" he asked Cel, not knowing what she had done.
"It was a little nippy in here and I thought that a fire might warm us up a bit," Cel answered, a little surprised at her father's voice, "Can you watch it? I just got an idea for the next chapter of my story."
"Sure. I'll have dinner ready in half an hour," he called as she raced upstairs.
Once upstairs, Cel entered the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet. Yes, there it was, just what she was looking for. Sleeping pills that would take effect in exactly one hour. She took out two, one dose, and placed them in her pockt. She flushed the toilet to keep Mort from discovering what she was really in there for and then turned on the tap and washed her hands.
Cel ran upto her bedroom and ground up the pills. She placed the powder in a plastic sack and put the bag under her bed. Paper and pen were removed from her desk and she began to write. A short time later, Cel heard her father call her to supper. The conversation was not very interesting, just about politics andgovernment. Afterward, Cel slipped the note into the closet as Mort washed the dishes.
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A short while later, Mort laid down on the couch fora nap and Cel began working on her story. Shooter slowly opened the closet to remove the hat to bring to the seamstress, but instead found a note.
Shooter,
I gave you a warning and you're still here. If you want your hat, you can find the ashes in the fireplace. If you have not left by tommorrow, it's you next!
LEAVE OR BE SORRY!
Celeste Rainey
Shooter crumpled the note and through it in the dying embers. He turned to the sleeping Mort.
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celwriter: now you see the climax too, no? Tomorrow is the third day and the next chapter. Please r&r.
****PS. Thanks to all who answered my question.
The Sirius Sparrow(srry if i spelt it wrong) i received a lot of reviews that said that the movie did not say. I appreciate the help, but don't expect it to turn up too soon, probably not until the sequel to this story, it's already playing in my mind.
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Chapter 17
Cel retreived the hat from the closet for the second time. It was sitting right next to a slip of paper with a phone number on it. Cel guessed that it was the phone number for a good seamstress who might be able to fix the hat. She knew that Shooter would not need the seamstress now. She stared at the fire that she had built in the fireplace and tossed the hat in.
The amount of smoke grew as the edges of the hat curles up from the heat. It was slowly consumed by the orange and yellow flames. They began to increase as if asking for more fuel to consume once the hat was turned to ash. At that instant, Mort walked in.
"Why'd you start a fire?" he asked Cel, not knowing what she had done.
"It was a little nippy in here and I thought that a fire might warm us up a bit," Cel answered, a little surprised at her father's voice, "Can you watch it? I just got an idea for the next chapter of my story."
"Sure. I'll have dinner ready in half an hour," he called as she raced upstairs.
Once upstairs, Cel entered the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet. Yes, there it was, just what she was looking for. Sleeping pills that would take effect in exactly one hour. She took out two, one dose, and placed them in her pockt. She flushed the toilet to keep Mort from discovering what she was really in there for and then turned on the tap and washed her hands.
Cel ran upto her bedroom and ground up the pills. She placed the powder in a plastic sack and put the bag under her bed. Paper and pen were removed from her desk and she began to write. A short time later, Cel heard her father call her to supper. The conversation was not very interesting, just about politics andgovernment. Afterward, Cel slipped the note into the closet as Mort washed the dishes.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
A short while later, Mort laid down on the couch fora nap and Cel began working on her story. Shooter slowly opened the closet to remove the hat to bring to the seamstress, but instead found a note.
Shooter,
I gave you a warning and you're still here. If you want your hat, you can find the ashes in the fireplace. If you have not left by tommorrow, it's you next!
LEAVE OR BE SORRY!
Celeste Rainey
Shooter crumpled the note and through it in the dying embers. He turned to the sleeping Mort.
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celwriter: now you see the climax too, no? Tomorrow is the third day and the next chapter. Please r&r.
****PS. Thanks to all who answered my question.
The Sirius Sparrow(srry if i spelt it wrong) i received a lot of reviews that said that the movie did not say. I appreciate the help, but don't expect it to turn up too soon, probably not until the sequel to this story, it's already playing in my mind.
