The screech of brakes bouncing off the brick walls of the alleyway filled their small world, it was cut off quickly as they cut the engine.
Silence greeted them...
Broken by the whisper of Greg's heavy breathing next to me.
"We're here." was the only words that passed between us as we sat in the dirty red mustang, staring at the brick wall.
"What do we do now?" Greg's squeaked voicing my thoughts. The Professor hadn't given us many details of what to find down the dank alleyway.
The distant noise of a gang of motorbikes is what rebooted our brains.
"Drive! Drive!" Greg shouted, looking back with fear in his eyes.
"Where?" I shouted back panicked as I shifted the gears, stomping on the pedal causing us to speed forward towards the very solid-looking, brick wall.
"AHHHHHHHH"
"Ahhhhh....ahhh...ahhh...ah"
...
"Are we dead?'
"I think it's hell."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you're still asking me questions."
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Flaming Ideas
AcakWriting prompts galore!! I write my version of the writing prompts with the writing prompt on top of every chapter and you can either write your own and publish it or send it to me and I'll add it to my book with your name on it I also write short...
