Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Travel

The gun fired. If the bullet hit you, you wouldn't feel it. Just death...

Oliver fired the gun in his atramentous clothes. The deed was done; one more person and bang. That person could just walk however he can't talk. Oliver was coming... 

Walk walk walk. Into the graveyard...

 "And who is this, Rowen!" yelled Angus as if Rowen had done something wrong "You let a stranger in.  This time you've gone to far!"
"It's a baby boy he's cute" Rowen said softly "Anyways what have I done now,"
Angus heard a noise. As soon as, he heard it he warned the others someone was here...

"Good evening sir. It's a bit late for you to be here," caretaker Stan whispered gently. Oliver brought out his gun. 'When this man is dead ill be able to kill the boy' Oliver thought cunningly.
"Why are you here good sir," whispered Stan. 
"Err.... I heard a baby cryin' I ain't going to not get 'im'"
"How do you know he's a boy?" Stan said quietly. He knew the man was trying to kill the boy...

Stan was a clearer man (He did get an A+, the highest you can get, in all his subjects at school); he brought Oliver to the other side of the gate and closed it. " You know as well as a graveyard this is a nature reserve so you can probably saw and heard an animal,"
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(By Amelia under the age of 12. TO BE CONTINUED. Comment if it was good or bad or interesting or exciting. The story will continue everyday until finished.)