A Story cont'd...

[Nunya]

Well I ain't got nutn to write right yah now, but jus so oonuu nuh full up mi pm bax wid tracing.... mi waa mek oonuu knoa say mi wi finish de tory yah so.

seen? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]

[Hush Darlin]

Re: A Story cont'd...

awrite ma'am
u kno how mi did happy when mi see paawt 2 ongle fe sissey u noh write no more yet/./...cha

[BoundBrook]

Re: A Story cont'd...



More please.

[QK13]

Re: A Story cont'd...



More please.

[Jackie1]

Re: A Story cont'd...



more please.

[Nunya]

Re: A Story cont'd...

Aright, slow dung. Tun awf de headlights, Beyoncina instructed quietly from the back seat. The tension in the car was thick, a living thing. Six pairs of eyes strained to see across the street and to the dark parking spaces of K, R & J Airconditioning & Refrigeration Company Ltd.

Michael let the car creep forward praying that the muffler would hold. They were able to discern from the headlights of a passing car, that both cars were still in the parking lot.

Mek wi jus lef de cyar ova yah so, Beyoncina suggested. An jus tek time go ova deh. Yute, yuh a go haffi stay eena de cyar, he nodded at Devon. Devon was too scared to demur.

Just as they began to alight from the car, they saw the door open. A smaller man was heading out and the bigger man, seemingly unsteady on his feet, followed.

____! Michael cursed. Dem a lef!

Well wi betta move den! Beyoncina was all action, his small gun in his hand.

No come back! Michael urged, his voice hoarse. Mi a go drive ova deh an block dem een wid de cyar!

He started the car up before everyone could hurriedly climb in and moved off, the headlights not on. The plan, barely formed though it was, was to drive speedily across the street to the entrance of the driveway and do a handbrake turn a la Steve McQueen. Everyone would alight from the vehicle, gun drawn and drap dung pan Rocky and Mr. Jones like crocus bag.

Great plan.

Which ofcourse did not come to fruition as the car suddenly back fired in the middle of the journey across the road.

Rocky, already tense and irritated threw himself off the steps gun in hand. Mr. Jones stood, frozen at the door, wondering, Who fired dat shot?

Soon enough Rocky was yelling, Get down, yuh b___ c___ eediat! Smaddy a lick shat affa wi! And reflexively returned fire.

Michael, never having been under fire before, did the automatic thing and pulled his hands from the wheel and covered his face while yelling, B__ B____!

The ladies began to scream. Except Beyoncina who ruthlessly pushed Pauline's head down and returned fire.

The thought had just began to register to Rocky that he was being stupid, firing at strangers when it was obvious that their junk of a car had backfired, when he saw the flash and felt the heat whizz by his cheek. ____! They were firing at him!

Mr. Jones p___ himself.

Tun roun de cyar! Tun it roun! Delroy shouted to Michael who began to struggle to regain control of the car. Yuh affi go ova deh! Run im dung!

Michael put his head down, shouting that everyone follow suit, and gunned the vehicle. The car backfired again, and this time, the difference in the sound of it and a real gun was unmistakable.

The adrenaline rush was terrific. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Michael screamed, eyes closed as his car raced across the road and came to a crash. Everyone lurched forward and Devon suddenly lost control, slapping Delroy away who had landed ungainly in the front seat, legs sticking up.

Com affa mi! Com affa mi! Devon screamed.

Shut yuh b__ b___! Delroy snapped, feeling for his glasses and struggling to regain his balance. In the back, Irma cowered, holding her head.

Oonuu shut up! Beyoncina snapped. And there was complete silence except for their ragged breathing.

Beyoncina slowly eased the door handle open and in one fluid motion, was out of the car and running to the far side of the driveway.

Then everything was still.

Winston Jones knew something was horribly wrong, but he couldn't get his head around what it could be. A robbery? Here? There was nothing here! But what was all the firing about? Where was Rocky? Who was in the car? He put his hand up his eyes and peered out.

Damn! Did they just smash into Rocky's Bimmer? Oh, Rocky was going to be p___ off! Mr. Jones suddenly felt very sleepy and decided to go back inside. He felt the dampness on his leg and wondered about that too.

He turned to go back and a bullet slammed into the door.

____! A wha dat? Did somebody just shoot at him?! He turned around sharply, his mind struggling to comprehend. His hands went up just incase.

Mi surrenda! he cried loudly, tremulously. Seet deh, mi han dem up eena de air! Doan shoot!

Yuh betta don't even breed or de nex one a go lodge eena yuh b__ b__, Beyoncina's voice was pure menace.

Yow Rocky! Rocky! Mi knoa say yuh deh dung deh so! Yuh betta give up now an dun!

When there was no response by either word or movement, Beyoncina shouted harshly, No mek mi affi tell yuh again, yuh shawt ugly ___! Caw mi a go jus shoot yuh eediat fren an den mi a go come fi yuh!

Rocky trembled, lying in the sparce shrubbery that grew alongside the steps. A who dat?! How im know mi? Whe im want wid wi?

Rocky briefly toyed with the idea of shooting it out, but who was he kidding? He was at a direct disadvantage here, Winston was a blubbering idiot and Rocky didn't know how many were out there.

Aright! Aright! Mi a come out,

Slow! Beyoncina snapped. Try anyting funny an a tek two inches offa yuh head tap!

Mi a go chroa out de gun! Rocky called. And did so. It landed near the car and Delroy inched the door open and scooped it up.

Tek it easy, Rocky panted as he rose, arms in the air.

Go tan up nex to yuh eediat fren! Rocky heard the voice snap. Now that he was standing, he couldn't see much. Except that a piece of junk was now joined with his car. His lips tightened in anger. He squinted, he was sure there were shadows in the car. So he was right, there were more than one of them.

Das far enough! the voice said. Rocky halted next to Mr. Jones, his arms still in the air and turned his head in the direction of the voice.

His eyes widened in shock as the voice took shape.

[BoundBrook]

Re: A Story cont'd...

[QK13]

Re: A Story cont'd...

Originally posted by Jackie1:
[qb]

more please. [/qb]

Yuh is a bawn eediat enoh...

[Nunya]

Re: A Story cont'd...

sez who?

[QK13]

Re: A Story cont'd...

Originally posted by Nunya:
[qb] sez who? [/qb]

Mi was talkin tuh yuh?? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

[dearjohn]

Re: A Story cont'd...

Originally posted by Jackie1:
[qb]

more please. [/qb]

[img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

[Jazz]

Re: A Story cont'd...

NUNYA!!! U CANNAT TAP DE TOARY AT DIS STAGE!!!!!!

mi ah lef fe Florida tiddeh an mi need fe know wah happen fore mi LEF!!!!!! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]ray:

pretty please [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70365-flirt.gif[/img]

[judyj1]

Re: A Story cont'd...

hey Nunya...great story.....lovin' every minute......but mi is awf tumarrow an mi a lef wuk six aclack tiddey...so pleeeeeaaaazzzzeee to bring di res a di toari... tank yu.... [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[Venn]

Re: A Story cont'd...

Mi deh ova yah a DWLTMPUMS [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

B'cina is man ar ooman dowe eeh???? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

[judyj1]

Re: A Story cont'd...

B'cina is man ar ooman dowe eeh???? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [/QB][/QUOTE]


it's a she-man....