What?! You don't like the ending?

We write daily in our journals. In this writing time we focus on creativity, and the ability to get our thoughts on paper. I allow the kids 15 minutes every morning to write. I take no issue with spelling errors, messiness, incorrect punctuation,incorrect sentence formation, grammatical errors, etc. It is amazing what they come up with when they do not have to think about all of these things. Below is what Martin has written over the last few days. He has decided to write a series of short stories that leave the reader hanging. So...yes...the below story is finished as far as he is concerned. He has asked that you leave a comment and write your own ending for him to read. Below is a picture of Martin looking rather sinister.



Short Story 1 (struggling for a title)
Today we did our Bible study and then exercised. It was during our exercise time that I started to get a headache- and we were just getting started!

There was a weird ticking noise. Suddenly two men dressed all in black with matching D-94s jumped through the windows next to us! Only one thought raced through my mind…”Assassins”!!!!

It was only three weeks ago (my birthday). I was turning thirteen and my parents had to explain why I couldn’t go anywhere for my birthday. You might be wondering why I haven’t noticed before. Well my parents have a rule where I only get one big party, and well… two years ago they found a deadly scientific discovery for their job that led them on a high speed chase through the desert…which led them to the SSSD (Secret Service of Scientific Discoveries)…which is why they’re here freaking out over two guys in black with machine guns.

The first guy had lots of hair, so I’ll call him “Hairy”. The second guy was skinny, so I’ll call him “Skinny”. Hairy pointed his gun at my parents and said, “Get away from the kid!” My parents moved across the room. The first step they took, Skinny leapt across the room at an unimaginable speed and grabbed me. Without slowing down, carrying me in a football hold, he rammed through the window on the other side of the room. As we landed, it was oddly soft. I looked down and saw that I was on the canvas top of an army truck.

“Hold on!” Skinny yelled. The truck started to move very fast, and I almost flew off. Soon the truck skidded to an abrupt halt. We jumped off of the truck only to be pointed at by about 30 machine guns and rifles.
As I stood there, Skinny moved through the crowd, but quickly return being pushed by three huge guards. Skinny said, “Hey, I’m on your side! Cut me some slack!” The first guard said, “Oh, we’ll cut you alright!”
Suddenly, a man in a black suit walked up. He wasn’t huge, but he carried a mean looking machine gun! He pointed the gun at me and then said something to the other guys in Spanish. The guards moved toward me.
I tensed up, but didn’t do anything. The guards move around me and patted me down. When they finished and decided I didn’t have any weapons, they moved back and stood with their weapons over their shoulders. Suddenly the crowd split, and into the circle walked someone who I guess was the boss. He wore a very expensive looking suit and a pistol at his right hip. He was moderately old, about Fifty-two. He walked with an air of confidence, sort of like a leader or boss. I looked at his gun, and then dared to joke. “You guys sure got a lot of weapons!” I laughed. They didn’t.

The boss stepped forward and said, “You tryin’ to be funny?” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back and said, “I bet you’re wonderin’ why you’re here.” I still didn’t say anything, but I was slowly easing open the passenger side of the truck.
One of the guards noticed and lunged at me. I quickly thrust open the door thwacking the guard in the face. I jumped across the seat and into the driver’s side of the vehicle.

“Ha!” I said, “They left the keys in the ignition!” As I started the engine, I saw a black limousine pull up. In the back window (even though it was tinted) I saw the outline of my parents. I couldn’t leave them. I got out of the car and walked into the waiting guns of the soldiers.