patrick2536
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Hi, I have written a few short stories, some based on my time as a soldier and some erotic ones based on my dirty mind and they have been published on here, but I am now attempting something new.
I am going to write about a true time in my life. Its rather complicated and so will need quite a bit of background filling in, so that the reader will understand the real life people and why they acted in a certain way. At the sme time, I dont wish to bore the reader. I have written what I hope will be that start, and would just like feedback as to weather or not you would continue to read this story after getting so far.
Also, because its rather long, I was wondering if I should make it two seperate chapters?
Anyway, lets see what you thing of it so far......
The noise made by the excited kids outside drifted upwards and though the window. They entered Patrick's subconcious and he groaned and opened his eyes. As a soldier he had woken up in many strange places, in tents and trenches all over the world, once he had woken up in hospitial after coming of worse in an ecounter with a landmine, but for a moment, he didnt know where he was.
He looked around the sparsly furnished room and it all came flooding back.........
Not many life changes can be traced back to a single event, but his could. It all started when he put his hotmail address on a public forum. Talk about a butterfly flaping its wings, how on earth could that act lead to encounters with ex cia hitmen, wedding proposals, and an adventure that crossed continents and ripped apart lives?
Can I have your e-mail address?
Such a simple sodding request.
He had been chatting on a public forum about a kidnapping case that was making headlines around the world. As an ex military cop, he liked to look at things from a different perspective and it always lead to lively exchanges on the forum whenever he siad his piece. Afer all while an imaganary image would build up of the regulars who he chatted and argued with, some were intelligent and witty, some seemed barely able to communicate and some loved to do nothing but hurl abuse, all of which added to the fun.
One stood out.
A woman.
She would wait for him to come online and then chat directly to him, asking him questions, always using his name, making it seem personal, intimate almost. As the days drifted into weeks, he found himelf looking forward to her coming online, they would chat about the case that was still ongoing, but would also drop little hints about themselves and where they were in the world. He was in england, she was strolling venice beach in Los Angeles.
Then came the day she asked for his e-mail.
He gave it willingly and waited for that first mail, that mail that was going to lead to flights across the world, to run ins with American authorities, brushes with the dark underbelly of American life, and to the highest highs and deepest lows he had ever known.
I am going to write about a true time in my life. Its rather complicated and so will need quite a bit of background filling in, so that the reader will understand the real life people and why they acted in a certain way. At the sme time, I dont wish to bore the reader. I have written what I hope will be that start, and would just like feedback as to weather or not you would continue to read this story after getting so far.
Also, because its rather long, I was wondering if I should make it two seperate chapters?
Anyway, lets see what you thing of it so far......
The noise made by the excited kids outside drifted upwards and though the window. They entered Patrick's subconcious and he groaned and opened his eyes. As a soldier he had woken up in many strange places, in tents and trenches all over the world, once he had woken up in hospitial after coming of worse in an ecounter with a landmine, but for a moment, he didnt know where he was.
He looked around the sparsly furnished room and it all came flooding back.........
Not many life changes can be traced back to a single event, but his could. It all started when he put his hotmail address on a public forum. Talk about a butterfly flaping its wings, how on earth could that act lead to encounters with ex cia hitmen, wedding proposals, and an adventure that crossed continents and ripped apart lives?
Can I have your e-mail address?
Such a simple sodding request.
He had been chatting on a public forum about a kidnapping case that was making headlines around the world. As an ex military cop, he liked to look at things from a different perspective and it always lead to lively exchanges on the forum whenever he siad his piece. Afer all while an imaganary image would build up of the regulars who he chatted and argued with, some were intelligent and witty, some seemed barely able to communicate and some loved to do nothing but hurl abuse, all of which added to the fun.
One stood out.
A woman.
She would wait for him to come online and then chat directly to him, asking him questions, always using his name, making it seem personal, intimate almost. As the days drifted into weeks, he found himelf looking forward to her coming online, they would chat about the case that was still ongoing, but would also drop little hints about themselves and where they were in the world. He was in england, she was strolling venice beach in Los Angeles.
Then came the day she asked for his e-mail.
He gave it willingly and waited for that first mail, that mail that was going to lead to flights across the world, to run ins with American authorities, brushes with the dark underbelly of American life, and to the highest highs and deepest lows he had ever known.