Ok, so I was wanting to write a blog post, but couldn’t think of anything good to write about, so I just decided on a whim to write a story, or part of one. I’ve been wanting to get stuff on paper (or blog), and get people’s opinions, but I don’t want to post the main story I’m working on yet, so I decided to just start this new one. So yea, read it, let me know what you think, and let me know if it’s worth continuing.
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The day had started off well enough. Steve had woke up right when his alarm went off, got his shower, fixed breakfast, and left for work without waking his wife. Yes, he had thought it was going to be a pretty good day. The small pink slip of paper he saw sitting on his desk when he got to work changed that idea. He couldn’t move for a whole minute, and almost dropped the soft drink he had brought in for later, but somehow managed to come back to himself before it was able to slip from his hand. His first thought was how could they fire him? He was one of the hardest working employees in his department, and he always solved every problem that was thrown at him. So what if he came in a little later than everyone else most days, at least he finished all his work. Steve sat in his chair, and that’s when he notice that the little pink sheet of paper wasn’t what he had originally thought it was. It was actually an envelope. It had once been a vibrant red, but now was faded to the almost pinkish color that made it resemble the dreaded slip Steve had feared. He released the breath he had been holding as an uncontrollable relief flooded him. To think, he actually thought they had fired him. Steve reached out and grabbed the almost pink envelope, as it had also been buried under other papers that had been placed on his desk, and brought it up to his face for a closer look.
“Steve Blaston” was written in thick, black sharpie across the front side, and not in a handwriting he recognized either. He pulled his knife from his pants pocket and snapped it open, using it to slice through the top of the envelope. It was heavier than he had thought it would be, and the envelope was made from something that resembled a mix between construction paper and a burlap sack. Unlike the envelope, the paper was solid black, and he saw a brief glimmer of something metal inside. Steve pulled out the paper and saw it was a key. He sat the envelope and key on his desk as he unfolded the thick black paper. He expected to see white words printed on the inside, but what he did see stopped his breath again.
You won! The car’s out back, key’s in the envelope. Meet me in St. Louis. You have 2 days. Let’s ride, Baby!
P.S. your Wife will be waiting on you… if you make it in time……
The writing was not white, but red. It looked like paint… or blood. Steve was too busy trying to remember how to breath to try to decide between the two. He slowly got his breath as normal as he could and read through the letter again. It must be a joke he thought. His wife had been in bed when he left this morning. There was no way someone had her. Halloween was only three days away, so it had to be from one of the other guys in the office. Still there was an uneasy feeling inside of him, so he called home anyway. Three rings, four, five… on the seventh ring the answering machine picked up. He almost hung up, but he noticed the voice on his machine was not his nor his wife’s. “You’ve reached the Blaston’s. Steve and Meg are not home right now, they’re in St. Louis.” There was a pause and it finished, “Your time is running out Steve. It’s time to ride baby, she’s waiting.” and then there was the beep. In a panic Steve dialed his wife’s cell phone, but it was off. This couldn’t be happening, not to him. He didn’t seem to have a choice, so he grabbed the envelope with the key still in it, and went out to the back of his office building. Sitting all alone in the middle of the parking lot was a brand new yellow Camero. This made him think of his wife. Whenever she would see a Camaro, she would always point and say “Look it’s Bumblebee!” He walked up to the car, stuck the key in the door and twisted. The lock snapped up, he slid the key out and opened the door. On the passenger’s seat was another pinkish envelope, and Steve slid in and ripped it open. Same black paper, same color words, but this time he recognized the handwriting. It was his wife’s, and it contained only two words….