bobcaticus

Hi DH people.

I'm here posting a story that I'll be making up as I post. I'll try to keep it short, sweet, and barbeque flavoured. Enjoy it, as I'll enjoy posting it (unlike this month).

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Two hunched figures huddled in the long, wet, grass. They crouched overlooking a curved road on which there was rows of houses. The houses followed the same Cube shape. Each house was two stories high and, at one time, had been clean, polished and new looking. Now they sat there in disrepair, screams of the residents slashed and painted on the sides of their walls saying one message or the other, whether it be a proposal of love, or a religion be hated message, it was there. Packs of boys roamed the back of these houses every day, no place to go or just ignorant of them. They slunk through the shadows to get to their place of meeting and dissipated just as fast as soon as they had caused enough damage and the police had arrived. These houses truly were the place every town wants to hide.

The two figures looked up once, hid when they felt eyes on them, the rose once more. Seeing no one this time they both let out their breaths and breathed.

"Ur ye sure that that's gonnae wurk Fide? Ah mean, whit if it blows?"

"Shut it, it's no gonnae crack. Just get ready tae run, awright?"

"Fine."

The first boy, a fair headed boy of around 15, pulled a lighter out of his small frame, it seemed. He lit the lighter with one hand and wiped his running nose with the sleeve of his other arm. He looked at his chubby friend and said with urgentness "Well, get it oot! Am no here fur the weather."

The chubby boy, round and glowing, pulled out a small metal cylinder, capped at both ends. He pulled at a string on the end of it till it was visble. He grinned slightly as he laid it down.

"Awright we're good to go. Countdown!"

The first boy put the fire to the string, which caught fire and slowly shrivelled as the flames reached each part of it. Both boys got up and ran, running down the grassy gully as fast as they could. Reaching the spot they agreed upon they sat down on the rocks panting.

The fat boy laughed nervously and said "Aye, at wis' amazin'! Wisn't it?"

The fairheaded boy said to him "Aye, no long till it blows!". Both boys looked at each other and laughed.

"Aye, no long noo!"

Another nervous laugh came from both of them. They squirmed a bit. The resounding bang that they had been expecting hadn't come yet. The run had only been a couple of seconds, ten at most. Any second, they each thought, the bang would happen. The injured bird they had found on the roadside had been tied to the pipe, which Eddy, our fat friend, had filled with a mixture his friend said was a very powerful explosive. The boys had followed everything to the letter, including adding the ingredients. They decided to add some different stuff to it, to make it bigger. They knew what they were doing, it was easy, they thought, to make bombs.

About five minutes of akward silence passed when they realised something had went wrong. No bang, but lots of smoke in the air. The smell of burnt wood and dead vegetation filled the air, nauseating everything that smelled it.

Eddy coughed to his friend "Whit is at! At's pure minging!". Both boys bent forward to cough when they heard the bang.

"AHHH!"
"WHIT THE FAWK!"
"AW NAW!"

Both boys ran back up the hill to see what had happened. As they reached the top they saw a group of teenagers surrounding a boy. Where they ahd placed the bomb there was a burning car, which the youths must have stole. The two boys pushed their way to the front to see what had happened but were to small.

They asked one of the longer boys what had happend and his reply scared them. "Ah dunno wee man, but aw I saw wis a flash then him fallin' back. He hid cut's aw over him. Ae ambulance is comin' soon, but he looks pretty bad."

"How did he get cut?"

"Ah told ye, it wis a flash, a bang, then him lyin' doon."

Another boy, listening in broke in. "Here, he picked up a wee tube didn't he?"

"Oh aye! Aye, wee man, he picked up 'is pipe an put it in ae car. Thought it was an Aerosol or sumthin'."

The ambulance arrived at last, taking the boy with him. He later died from shrapenel wounds in his chest, lungs and stomach. The police issued a statement saying that he died in an accident and that any persons that had information should contact them ASAP.

So far there has been no information.


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If there's any spelling mistakes contact me.

Falstaff

thats interesting..
so what were the boys doing?

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bobcaticus

Being lulzkillers by lighting a bomb/powerful firework. They accidently killed a boy.

Falstaff

ahhh...

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