Chaos

Paul had finished high school when he was 16. Before he turned 15, Paul started to save his money. Eventually he ended up with sufficient money to go to university. He graduated as a Master of writing. He now lives in an apartment in Maine.

Paul was just about ready to go to sleep. He would go to bed when the episode of South Park finished. Paul looked up at the mantel above the Television. It was a Moose. His first kill, when Paul was 13 he took up the passion for hunting. He kept his hunting rifle down in the basement. It was a Browning bolt 3. He would only go hunting once a year. He turned off the television and went to his room. He climbed into bed and entered the realm of dreams.

He woke up at 6am to go for a run. He got changed and went outside and went on his five kilometre run. When he got back he had some breakfast and brushed his teeth after that he pulled out his electric typewriter. He plugged it into a socket and put the typewriter on his desk and started to write.

Biter

Chapter 1

Written by Paul Mcormick.

Tommy woke up, a bright light was shining on his face. It took some time for his bloodshot eyes to adjust to the light shining on him. What? Where am I? He thought. He looked around and it was only seconds before he realised that he was in an operating room. Every bone in his body hurt. Slumped in the corner of the room was a dead doctor.

“Oh god!,” Tommy exclaimed.

The doctor in the corner had its legs cut off and it was only standing because it was against a wall. The man had teeth that were beyond human. It was almost like someone knocked that man’s teeth, shoved them in a blender and glued them back in the man’s face.

He stopped writing. The phone was ringing.

“Hello this is Paul,” He said.

“Yes, Paul, we need you at work,” John said.

“Seriously?! You said I had the day off,” Paul replied angrily.

“Yes, but we need you now. It’s black Friday remember?” John asked.

Paul had forgotten all about black Friday.

“Right, I will be right there,” Paul replied.

Jeez, Paul had forgotten all about black Friday. He exited the house and entered his Honda Accord. He fired it up and headed for Maine Mall. He got into the parking lot every parking space was taken up. He was lucky to find a spot. He got out of his car and slammed his car door shut. He pulled out his car keys and locked the car. He ran into the shopping mall. He ran past John’s computer’s and saw a large group of people banging on the doors of John’s computer’s. Paul reached his store and opened the doors. He was lucky there was not a huge crowd ready to kick down the doors.

The rest of the team was waiting silently inside the shop.

“I see that you made it out unscathed,” One of the employees remarked.

“Yes, no ones outside the doors yet,” Paul said.

Suddenly a banging was heard. That much be the shoppers. Paul thought. He gave John the nod. John started to open the doors. Before you knew it the whole shop was filled with disgruntled customers.

Paul’s job was the counter. He was the person who scanned the items and normally copped all of the abuse. 3 people were chosen to walk around and answer any of the customers questions. The rest all restocked the shelves. Before you knew it there was a long line of people waiting for there shopping to be scanned. The first person was buying a pack of cigarettes and a few apples. Paul scanned them and gave the person the cost

“That’ll be $72.08,” He said.

The man grunted and mumbled something about things being so expensive nowadays. He pulled out his wallet and reluctantly handed Paul the money.

“Thank you for shopping with us,” Paul called.

Then the next person came. They had a Royal typewriter and some ribbons.

“Ah, I see that you’re buying a typewriter,” Paul said.

“Well, yes I am. I got a new job at the newspaper,” The man said back.

“That’ll be $150.67,” Paul said

The man passed the money to Paul and he put the money in the cash register.

This is what happened for the rest of the day. Just the same old boring thing.

It was closing time now. It was John’s job to lock up the place. Everyone else had left hours ago. Now was the time. You see, John wasn’t necessarily a good person. After he got fired from his last job he hadn’t had enough money. This was the last ditch attempt for money. He opened up the cash register and started to take the money out and put it in a big sack. Next he had to hit the valuables. The stuff that he could pawn off for a lot of money. Typewriters are expensive nowadays. He could only take one though. Typewriters were heavy little buggers. John decided that he would grab the portable typewriters instead. He was finished now. John opened the back door. His car was parked right outside the door. It would make for a quick getaway. John unlocked the door and closed the door softly behind him. He then locked up the door. They wouldn’t suspect a thing. He would be gone by the time they woke up.

John unlocked the boot and piled all the valuables inside. He made sure that he didn’t slam the boot shut. There were guard dogs everywhere. He got into his car. John fired up his car. So far the plan had been going great. John thought. He was off now.

Paul got home at about half past 9. He got home and started watching a little but of South Park. Suddenly...