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First of all, I'd just like to point out that yesterday, I made a pretty long blog post, and I really wasn't expecting anybody to look at it, to be honest. It was just going to be my outlet, and I was just notified via email that my blog had "reached 100 page views in a day". I was pretty much blown away by this, and want to thank anyone who took the time to read what I wrote.

With that being said, I'd like to share a segment of a novel I'm currently in the process of writing, titled "Chasing Greys" . I haven't told anybody that I'm writing it, so this is my announcement. I am especially proud of this segment, because while writing it, I was able to visualize what this would look like if it had been a movie. It will also give a good idea of how the novel starts. I am sometimes creative, so when ideas are flowing they sure do flow out on to the paper. If you have a comment/criticism, you can post it below or also contact me any way you know how to (Facebook, text message, etc.) Enjoy!


Three days. Three days had gone by since Alex had seen daylight. He knew for sure that Jamie was worried sick, and hoped that she had faith that he would return. He thought about his wife for about 10 minutes, before he realized he should re-focus his thoughts on his surroundings. He remembered that at exactly 3:30 every day, he heard 3 knocks at the door down the hall, 2 knocks at the door next to him, and at 3:32, they would knock on his door one time, open it up, and pull him out of the eerily dark cell that he had been forced to call home, and tortured him by beating him until blood was pouring from any wound they could create. Bones and muscles weaker than he could ever imagine, the phrase "my legs are like spaghetti noodles" took on an entirely new meaning to him.

Today, a battered Alex checked his watch to see how long he had until the bloodthirsty mercenaries returned to finish the job. He was for sure that today was the day that he was going to die. His watch read "15:39". One minute. He began sobbing as he thought about his wife, and believed that he could hold on one more day just for her. They had only been married 2 years, but he knew. She was the woman that he woke up in the morning thinking about, and went to bed at night thinking about.

3:30. Three knocks down the hall.
3:31. Two knocks next door.

Anxiety was rising in the mind of Alex, and he could feel the chambers of his heart begin to pump blood throughout his body faster than ever before.

3:32.
3:33.
3:34.

The mercenaries were 2 minutes late. This was unusual. Alex knew there was something wrong. Maybe one of the other "inmates" is giving them trouble, he thought.

Just when he began to relax a little bit, the door of his cell burst open, and a masked man entered the room.
"Come with me, if you want to live, Alex Witt." the man whispered to Alex.
The man was armed with a military-issued M4A1 rifle, and he seemed to know the way out. Alex stuttered a "o-okay" and began to limp after the masked man. Corner after corner, the masked man picked off 5 different guards with his silenced rifle, and Alex could tell he was military trained. They entered a parking garage, with a door on the other side that boasted a sign above that said "exit".

"Come on! We're not going to make it!" The man exclaimed. Alex couldn't move any faster. His body was so weak that he could hardly hold himself up, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The exit was 50 feet away, and Alex's eyes began to fog up. If there was a time for this to happen, now was not the time. The masked man was much faster than Alex, and he looked back just in time to witness Alex blacking out, and hitting the concrete floor of the parking garage.

"Damnit." the man whispered under his breath. He threw an unconscious Alex over his shoulder, and ran towards the exit. Before he opened the door, he heard an explosion from the other side of the building.
No. It couldnt be time yet. No!
The masked man ran with Alex on his shoulder through the exit.
Time was up. Another explosion. This time, it wasn't so far away.