Story

I started writing a story a few days ago, and I kinda liked it. I need to change some stuff around so its not so predictable, but I’m happy with how it is at the moment. I’ll be adding to it and editing for a while hopefully, but for now I’m gonna give you a section of what I’ve written so far.

“He said it would be behind the warehouse, underneath the plywood” Tim said as he turned his torch to look at his brother who was strolling round a turned over skip “I can’t see where else they could stash the case in a place like this”.

Tim’s brother, Paul shrugged with a so what look on his face. He was a small kid, 11 years old and shorter than most others his age, though his couldn’t care less attitude gave him a reputation of being someone older. He had been dragged out by his brother and didn’t fancy getting a headache from his mums yelling when they got back after 10pm. “Come on” Paul whined as his brother carried on searching around the back of the warehouse, “mum’s going to kill us if we’re late again”.

“If I don’t get this case and hand it in to the boss my necks on the line, I could really do with your help, and not your fucking constant whining!” Tim snapped back.

He knew he had power over his brother and always used it to his advantage. He was a couple of feet taller, 4 years older, smarter and stronger than his little brother, and had a decent reputation for being short tempered.

Paul caught on that he was close to a beating from his own brother and shut up. He set off to help out with lifting plywood and boxes to check the area out, when he heard a gun shot in the distance. A couple more shots fired and the sound echoed around them. Both boys froze for a few seconds before a fourth shot was fired, though this time it was the scream from a woman that spooked them out.