This is the first part to my first story. This is NOT a true story and it is not made to offend anyone. This story is about a disturbed and paranoid man named Darryl Redgrave.
18th of May 2003
'License and registration please.'
'Hello? License and registration please.'
'That's it sir, step out of the car.'
'I SAID STEP OUT OF THE CAR! NOW!'
Darryl Redgrave slowly opened the door to his rusted 1987 Blazer and stepped out, he began walking towards the officer with his large stone creek boots making a crunch every step he took on the old gravel infested road.
'You don't see it? Do you know the future of this country? How can one officer understand the things I understand? I know the fate of every man; believe me when I say this... NO ONE is going to survive the things I have foreseen.'
The officer began walking backwards with his gun aimed at Darryl's mind eye.
'Sir, if you come any closer I will be forced to open fire, I strongly suggest tha....'
Officer P. Hargrove 1979 - 2003.
I am sorry that the next part is taking so long. I promise it's going to be good. Please comment on the introduction because when people don't it makes me feel like it isn't good.
GetSomeMadders · Fri Feb 18, 2005 @ 04:10pm · 7 Comments |