The Story

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Elijah worked late on the 12^th, about 7:30 p.m. was when he was let out of his unusual job. You see, Elijah was a chicken sexer. Yes, that’s the job title, and yes, it’s real. What he did was sort through baby chickens to determine if they’re boys or girls. The job usually takes forever since there are so many chickens in a crowded chicken house, and there are so many new chickens being added to the equation.  Anyway, the job lasts from 9 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. every day except the weekends.

Well, the 12^th happened to be a Friday, and he looked forward to the sleep and the parties about to happen. His friend’s father’s birthday would be the next day, and he was having a party in Siloam. Anyway, he wanted to go home and rest before the party, so he decided to cut through the alley onto Beethoven Avenue as a short cut to go back. Elijah was somewhat smart, and knew that the avenue was a bad place to be, people got shot every other day, if not every day, not to mention the gangs. Nevertheless, he still went into the alley onto Beethoven. Not unusual for people to be turned to other people and things when passing through that particular alley, but he still went through. He never does this, but he was in a rush and didn’t have a car (which made him even more vulnerable for things to happen) however, he did have a knife on him because today he had to kill some chickens. He wasn’t, however, prepared for what happened to him next.

Elijah started humming, even though he never hummed, because he was starting to freak out by the darkness and the quietness. He heard of the old, evil rumors about this strange street without actually believing them or caring if there are people down there with  strangeness about them, unnaturalization happening there. Had he actually cared about the strange, he would have taken his usual route and taken the time to walk the night away, but he didn’t really care. Though he should care, because you’ll never guess what happened. Awful things.  Packs of things in that street. He still didn’t care, until now, that is.

Beethoven Ave. was a difficult place. Difficult indeed, but he put it out of his mind. He carried a flashlight, so he could see; a knife, not that it would be much use; a cell phone, to call the police even though the police won’t come down to Beethoven Avenue; a heavy backpack full of who knows what. That’s about all he carried, a flashlight, a heavy backpack, a knife, and a cell phone.  Not that any of this would be useful to what would happen to him, the invertible case of this condition, this illness. Some people who didn’t really know would call this a blessing, but he still didn’t care.

It was horrible, the attack was. At first he thought it was a shadow of a tree playing tricks on his eyes, well that’s what he told himself anyway. He was getting creaped out, and thought about turning around. Then he felt his body turning around and running out of the alley, out of Beethoven Avenue, out of the shadows and onto the Washington St. into the light of the city’s lights. But what he didn’t know, something important, is that someone, or something was following him. And since the town usually slept at 8pm every day, there wasn’t anyone to hear his cries of help when the thing attacked.

Reviews

[.quan.011.]

Wow, I too wonder what attacked him. Somehow I doubt you will tell next chapter just to keep the mystery going. Good chapter!

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[halflives]

Oh dear! I wonder what attacked him? Definitely a foreboding of the future, what's this going to change? Oh well, I already know. Screw it, mysteries are fun!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A grasped sese of forlonging indulgence that tells the reader what to think rather than let them find their own way,

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[Esther Night]

I like the background infomation and how you buildt up the sinpense

Okay I'll amint it when frist read the words "chicken sexer" I thought of somthing driffent

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was an interesting chapter...I would never want to be a chicken sexer...that just seems a little creepy...and I can't wait to read on...you left me in suspense. Thanks for sharing.

[pamzilla. &hear..]

...Chicken sexer?
Wow, now THAT'S something you don't hear everyday.
Then again, who talks about Chicken everyday?
...Anyways, I'm drifting from my point.
And there's the cliffhanger >.<
What's the thing?!

[Short.Nerd]

Nice chapter:)

[compositionc]

Really interesting. Short, but nicely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting chapter. A inspector of baby chickens? I like the ending. Left a mystery and many possibilities for the next chapter.
Coyote

[~Lizzy♬]

Short chapter, but it's very well written through the whole chapter. I really loved it, and can't wait to read more. :)

~Bookers~ (Lizzard)