There is nothing in the dark that was not
there in the light.
The following is written by: Julie Smith
STORY ABOUT a gang called Iron Hourse.
Farmers Woods
Toker screamed, "My leg!" Lewis yelled out, "Somebody call 911!" The screaming girls echoed as they ran into
the darkness. Ivan said, "Is this really happening?" Spike said, "Come on Mark, lets go get that farmer!" Mark whispered,
"He is going to pay."
Ivan told Spike and Mark to meet
them at
his garage after they take care
of the farmer.
Ivan, Rocky and Lewis carried
a now passed
out Toker down the dark path
leading out
of the woods.
Spike and Mark headed in the
direction of
the farmer house. When they caught
up to
the farmer Spike tacked him from
behind and
put his hair bending his neck
backward. Mark
grabbed the farmers rifle and
rammed the
butt up side the old mans head.
The farmer
was knocked out cold and his
head started
bleeding. Spike then got up and
started running
toward the farmhouse and Mark
followed.
Mark said,
"Wait up, Spike!"
On the way Spike grabbed a can
full of gasoline
from a very old garage that leaned
to one
side. Then he ran up the steps
leading into
the back porch and kicked the
backdoor open.
Mark followed Spike into the
house. Mark
ran into the farmer's bedroom
and started
to look for money or something
of value that
he could steal. Spike dumped
half of the
gasoline on the musty smelling
furniture
in the living room and put the
can down and
pulled out some matches. Spike
called Mark
and told him to hurry up because
he was ready
to "Torch the place." Hearing this Mark ran into the living room
with his pockets bulging with stolen merchandise
and said, "Torch it!" But when Spike lit the match Smiley charged
in from the front porch and rammed Spike
in the back flinging the lit match onto the
half -filled gasoline can. The gasoline can
exploded and instantly engulfed the living
room with flames.
Spike was thrown against the
brick fireplace
and debris from the collapsing
ceiling crushed
his legs. He could see that Mark
was unconscious
and already completely covered
in burning
flames. Spike franticly pushes
the debris
off of his legs and pulled himself
along
the floor desperately trying
to get to the
window. He started coughing as
the black
smoke filled the room. Spike
couldn't reach
the window because the flames
had by now
surrounded him. But he could
make out a figure
standing outside the window.
It was the farmer's
wife! Now in shock and amazement
the young
boy body falls backward into
the increasing
flames.
Thank You For Reading My Story! Julie Smith
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