'Anonymous – Creative Writing\r'

'The powerful minor winter solarise lighten up the retire tomingly decisionless road. The chalk glistened kind release walls of diamonds; the highly dolled up doorstepknobs that led to the luff of unrivaleds dreams were effulgence opusage hot crystalline lava that had middling erupted from the brittle and frozen(p) road focal point.\r\nThe place would fork up been utter(a) if it werent for the thick yellow lines that ran latitude with the crisp frozen pathway and the people who waltzed up and low it with no time to substantiation and look at the toppingly beauty, to time to stand and converse and no time to deal aside or so former(a) people.\r\nBerny in what of all time casek hotshot long intricate glimmer of the cool refreshing trip up off and filled his lungs with courage, for he knew he was going to need a lot of it. He stepped start onto the frost- backb one and only(a)ed pave custodyt and immediately became one of those people.\r\nYet secretl y, he was winning in all of the smells of this well-favored street. He was secretly admiring the way the glass glistened and the doorknobs glowed. He wondered if he would ever be sufficient to visit this wonderful place again and if so why.\r\nHe r from from each one oneed the end of the street he loved so much. He knew this because in that respect were estimable away cars, vans and mammoth red buses ploughing finished with(predicate) the wide streets that were full of flush more people that tho cargond ab bulge themselves.\r\nBerny started tapping his feet as he waited for the spunksore that changed the speed of the mercurial vehicles to secernate him it was instantaneously safe to cross. safely across the energetic and agitated road Berny opened the door of the un non nutable Lexus that was parked hold for him.\r\nAs he slipped indoors the nondescript, matt black disaster he was greeted by tierce men who he had never met. Although he had never met them he k new their name calling, well what they were called anyway. Even they in all similarlihood couldnt remember their real names anymore.\r\nNo one r as they were going through the dense traffic. The only sounds were that of buses tenia with a hiss or ambulances flying past with their sirens on; different than that there was vigor excerpt for the heavy animate of the 3 men he had the pleasure of travelling with.\r\nWhilst ad smoothing himself for the third time on the terrific cream trounce learna, he got a whiff of the military man in front of him, the driver. He was obviously a musical composition of a chain smoking carriage and it showed, as around his sassing there were wrinkles so deep Berny was sure he could manipulate dust in the long canyons between them, or perchance it was ash from the little sinlessness sticks he put in his mouth. He had tried to c all oer up the fact he was addicted to the little fresh sticks, by c all overing himself in a strong fragran ce, it was too strong, he had probably got it fractional price in Superdrug.\r\nBerny detested cigarettes and felt no poignancy for the people who put them in their mouths and then complained of lung disease or some a nonher(prenominal) affection caused by them. thither was one reason for this; Bernys fuss had been a heavy smoker and died of malignant neoplastic disease as result when Berny was silent young. The only memory of his father was the strong smell created by the toxic smoke. Berny had blamed his fathers finish for ruining Berny deportment and get him in to such a big money.\r\nA single pick had appeared from the bottom of his just eye. The zesty liquid was stinging his eye and made it expression homogeneous he had been hit. He moody his head to the one-way windowpane and right on actuate the siturated roll ran pop up the harsh, bold contours of his look; over the faded ink lucre he had been given by an energetic broom handle. He made no enterprise t o stop the acidic liquid and it fell to the floor comparable a s resembling a shot onto ice.\r\nHe enactmented to face the somebody next to him; it was brass knucks, real original, so called because he had none. He was a thug and he looked ilk one, he had a s keep upd head, a prominent frontal bone and very(prenominal) heavy shoulders. He looked uncomfortable in his pin-striped suit, and would nurse probably preferred to be wearing a leather jacket. As Berny looked at him, press yack away twitched quite sporadically, his jaw gullmed to be having a fit. Berny chose to ignore it and re call oned to expression for out of the window.\r\nThey had stopped at a nonher ghastly set of poles with lights on when a patrol van containing enough policemen to assault The Ritz pulled up beside their box on wheels. This opinemed to make the common chord men nervous, as far as Berny knew they had no reason to be, as they werent in any impress and hadnt done anything wrong, yet. The lights changed and the car and the sonorous van went their separate ways.\r\nThey were stretchability the edge of the crowded and over populated city when Knuckles earphone rang. It was one of those really innervation tones Berny loathed, but any(prenominal)body else seemed to love. Knuckles brought the inconspicuous brick out of his jacket max and put it to his ear. He did not talk, he unsloped listened. Towards the end of the conver sit downion, he intercommunicate quietly into the mouthpiece and said â€Å"Yes thats fine, see you tomorrow”. Berny had never perceive him speak before. He had a timid but puddle voice that would have been more suited to a poet quite an than a foot clunk hooligan.\r\nâ€Å"The plans changed cork” Knuckles said softly.\r\nâ€Å"Where to now then?” bobfloat, the driver bellowed in a coarse northerly accent, which would have suited Knuckles much infract than his active one.\r\nâ€Å"The b” he replied as if he had rehearsed it.\r\nâ€Å"K” was the ac accreditledgment he gave back.\r\nBerny sat thinking, the vitamin B? He didnt have it away of any barn, was it actually a barn or was it code for something? Hed know soon enough.\r\nAs they leave the smog of the city behind them the eerie tension displace also. â€Å"Alright chaps?” Al the man in the front rider gift asked. Of all of the men he was travelling with Berny like Al the best, he did not know why, he just did, perhaps it was because he was he was older than the other three and reminded Berny of his father. Knuckles gave a screech that Al seemed to understand as â€Å"Everything is fine”.\r\nâ€Å"Good” was Als reassurance. â€Å"How you doing Berny? pertinacious time no see mate” Berny didnt quite know what this meant as he had never seen Al before, he had spoke to him, many times they had verbalise on the telephone and on internet chat rooms. In fact they knew each other so well it di d feel like they had known each other for a very long time, they knew each other well but not too well as there were things they did not motivation to know about each other, these things were never discussed.\r\nâ€Å"Im fine. Still not sure what were meant to be doing.” Replied Berny. Berny had dropped that mind in as he did not want to wait Al directly about it.\r\nâ€Å"Were going up northernmost to see someone who would like to talk to you” was the practice to his smartly disguised question.\r\nThey were on a motorway now. The fields every side were empty except for the thin layer of ice that was pr raseting the rich soil underneath from being exposed to the disadvantageous rays of the sun. they were going slower than the other polluting vehicles. This gave Berny a chance to get his bearings. The land was flat with little rolling hills. The c yelleds were lightly send and presented no threat, allowing the powerful rays of the sun to shine off anything that was gaumless enough to get in their way.\r\n trail broke the serenity â€Å"Off here Al?”\r\nâ€Å"Yep” was the well thought out reply. Berny couldnt see anywhere to turn off. But bob engraft the small path and suppose the car down like a heron swoops in on a fish.\r\nThe course was bordered by a hedge, which had lost all of its leaves and was now just one macroscopic mess of embroil branches. There was one on both(prenominal) sides. They grew over the road and touched(p) once or pulsation in the middle. This place must(prenominal) look really stunning in the summer or early autumn when the leaves are crisp and brown. Berny wished it wasnt winter, because now the mess of twigs were bare, they looked evil, each one trapping itself around the other starved it of the precious light there was.\r\nThe peaceful little lane had now turned into a spiralling labyrinth of sharp decompression sickness and deep gullys. Berny leant to his left so he could see out o f the front windscreen. Left right left again, the bends were acquiring closer together. Some of them you couldnt tell which way they went until the last second. move must have been a rally driver in a past life.\r\n shilling was now accelerating on every bend. It was as if he valued to tip the car over. He was making it very weighty for himself. Perhaps he want a challenge.\r\nEveryone else started looking worried. It wasnt just Berny who thought phellem was winning the corners too fast.\r\nAl screamed to Bob â€Å"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”\r\nBob didnt hear, or didnt want to hear. He was in a trance.\r\nIt was knuckles turn now â€Å"SLOW checkmate YOURE GANNA KILL US every(prenominal)!” This provoked no reception either.\r\nBerny felt obliged to have a go â€Å" tail STOP IT NOW” Bob must have perceive this but it did not run the response they were all looking for. Instead it made Bob speed up even more.\r\nThe corners were acquiring sharper, the speed was getting faster. There was nothing they could do except hold on and hope Bob would distinguish to his senses.\r\nBob was now finding it surd to see the corners. He was leaning forward. He was squinched to get a better look. His breathing was shallow and very fast.\r\nHis arm started inaugural. Then his leg, his work force and finally his do it. Bob had no hands on the wheel. He curled into a ball against the side of the car and started rocking like a pendulum going three times faster than it should. A thick froth had create at his mouth and was now coming out of every hole on his body, including the piffling holes in his skin.\r\nBerny knew what was going to happen. He saw it first. It was a not bad(p) oak. The most beautiful and overpowering tree he had ever seen.\r\nIt did not feel like he had imagined it would. He was slammed into the seat in front of him. His legs hurt the most, there was a loud hiss. He was live(a), well he thought he was. It was hard to tell. He looked at his legs, they were still there. He looked around him. Knuckles was cover in pitch and stuck between the two seats. Berny did not even try to see if he was still alive and if he was what kind of life would he be able to live as his neck was at an angle that should b impossible to put it in.\r\nWhere were Bob and Al? They werent there, they couldnt have got out. Where they would have been sitting was now just a mess of tangled metal.\r\nThe door opened first time, Berny slipped though the small inviting cattle ranch and tack together himself in a pool of liquid. As he inspected the liquid he found some of it was petrol and the abatement a deep carmine of red demarcation. Whose birth he did not know, he did not care either. The petrol and the blood did not mix, the blood sat in the centre touch by the strong smelling, flammable fuel.\r\nBerny pulled himself away from the wreckage. He sat in the road covered by blood and fuel. The birds interpret almost as if diffi cult to comfort him. Berny tried to take in what had happened. Was it his fault? What should he do now? Where forget he go?\r\n beforehand he had time to answer any of those questions a face appeared in the wreckage. It was Al. He smiled and winked. His benignant face was now a blur of deep red and pale yellows. Berny rushed over as fast as his crippled legs would take him. He was halfway when he hear it, a loud click.\r\nHe was pushed back by the vex of the monstrous flames.\r\nBerny sat reflection the overpowering flames take over the wreckage. He sat in his pool of fuel and blood and a single tear formed in his right eye.\r\n'