Post by jay on Jan 9, 2007 0:01:08 GMT 1
"BIZZ! BIZZ! BIZZ!"
Jim's cellphone vibrated and instantly awoke him. The vibration was so strong it pulled the phone off the face of the nighttable and dropped it to the floor. Jim sprung up, accidently banging his head on the wall. His eyes flopped open, and he pushed himself off the bed. He bent down and picked up his cellphone, "What time is it?" he thought. He pressed a button on his cell and the screen brightened a bright blue.
"Four o'clock?" he exclaimed, then slapping a hand over his mouth. He placed the phone back onto the nightstand and stretched. As he turned and looked out the window into the dark, a crazy idea popped into his head.
Jim stood from the bed and headed toward his closet. He pulled the doors open and pulled out shirt.
Approximately twenty-seven minutes later, Jim yawned loudly and slipped his cellular into the pocket of his coat. He headed out.
* * * *
Fourty-nine minutes later ( 4: 40 AM )
Jim traveled through valleys of thornbushes and spiny grass before reaching the foot of the enormous mountain. "Ah," he muttered. He exhaled and stepped over a lump of swamp-ish terrain. The cold wind hit his face and rivered down his body, slowly fighting off the heat his body generated. "Boy, it's cold," he murmured as he climbed up the steep hill of dead grass and liquid dirt. An uncomfortable expression clouded his face as he completed the hill
Thirty minutes passed, and Jim stumbled upon a dead end. A cliff. "Aw, man!" he exclaimed as he fisted the side of the cliff - only to bruise his knuckles. "ouch..." he wrapped his other hand around his fist and spat into a pile of leaves, "Dammit."
As Jim turned around, a flying drop of water splattered onto his face. "Rain... he thought. "I hate rain."
Jim's cellphone vibrated and instantly awoke him. The vibration was so strong it pulled the phone off the face of the nighttable and dropped it to the floor. Jim sprung up, accidently banging his head on the wall. His eyes flopped open, and he pushed himself off the bed. He bent down and picked up his cellphone, "What time is it?" he thought. He pressed a button on his cell and the screen brightened a bright blue.
"Four o'clock?" he exclaimed, then slapping a hand over his mouth. He placed the phone back onto the nightstand and stretched. As he turned and looked out the window into the dark, a crazy idea popped into his head.
Jim stood from the bed and headed toward his closet. He pulled the doors open and pulled out shirt.
Approximately twenty-seven minutes later, Jim yawned loudly and slipped his cellular into the pocket of his coat. He headed out.
* * * *
Fourty-nine minutes later ( 4: 40 AM )
Jim traveled through valleys of thornbushes and spiny grass before reaching the foot of the enormous mountain. "Ah," he muttered. He exhaled and stepped over a lump of swamp-ish terrain. The cold wind hit his face and rivered down his body, slowly fighting off the heat his body generated. "Boy, it's cold," he murmured as he climbed up the steep hill of dead grass and liquid dirt. An uncomfortable expression clouded his face as he completed the hill
Thirty minutes passed, and Jim stumbled upon a dead end. A cliff. "Aw, man!" he exclaimed as he fisted the side of the cliff - only to bruise his knuckles. "ouch..." he wrapped his other hand around his fist and spat into a pile of leaves, "Dammit."
As Jim turned around, a flying drop of water splattered onto his face. "Rain... he thought. "I hate rain."