Thunder on the Highway

The radio Djs were blabbing away some nonsence, as Dia was driving home. It had been exausting bussines trip and she was eager to get home faster. The long straight boring highway just added to the exaution. The radio started playing Thunderstruck by AC/DC and she smiled. Finally something worth listening. Suddenly, the was an explosion and a glimpse later she saw a huge ball of dust enveloping a truck ahead of her. Moments latter the car was not visible and she slowed down her own car as she entered the cloud of dust. When she was through it she saw the truck parked neatly on the side of the road with its emergency signals on. She knew that her expertise or help was useless, so she slowly accelerated and continue her way home. 

Field

The wind swiftly run through the field making rye whisper. It was the whisper of summer slowly bidding goodbye. It was a bid sad but full of sun. The whisper that you can almost feel on your skin or taste in your mouth. It is a bit warm and soothing and it tastes of dry bread that you found in your back pack after long trecking through woods. The golden field whispers in waves. 

Alice

Alice was a happy person. People often thought that she radiated optimism. Some other considered her quite childish. She didn't know any of this. She simply was. She was there, in that particular moment, immersing into the events, feelings and chance. She liked company of other people but she was not meant for longterm  friendships, relationships or any other "ships" for that matter. However, she have you the sun, the moon and stars when you were with her. Mostly people took it bad When she turned her beaming smile towards someone else. It was unbearable for some to admit that it was over. 

Mr Arlington

Mr Arlington was well respected man and he also was a rather lucrative match for any young Lady in search for a good husband. Mr Arlington was very patient and calm bachelor with a slight inclination towards perfectionism and saving every other penny. He liked When things happened the way he wanted them to happen and he had no tolerance towards any foolish opinions, that were not his own. He took an early train from th ecentral station in order to arrive at Mis Chatter's house on time for some afternoon tea. There was no better way to observe the manners of a young lady other than during the tea time. One could notice if she is capable of appropriate table manners and if she can keep the conversation light and vivid enough for the afternoon. Every slightest deatail of her canbe latter analysed and devisions upon her beenig the wife matterial made. At least that's what Mr Arlington intended to do. The reality of the further coming story is different in every aspect though. 

Artist

Eliot was not just an ordinary boy who likes to wander around the city at night. His real passion was graffitti but un like any other street art, his creations came to life at night. He found out it by accident. His best friend was allergic to dogs and he wanted to cheer him up after his birthday when he yet again didn't get a dog. Eliot decided to draw it on the wall of the railway station wall. It took him quite a while, but once he finished, the dog jumped off the wall and licked his face. Eliot was so shocked that all he could do was stare in disbelief untill he heard the angry shiuts of the guards. Instinctivelly he ran away and the dog followed. They spent together the whole night, then the dog returned back on the wall. Eliot kept drawing things on the walks in the city but to his disappointment only those things which he draw for someone else came to life. 

Search Party

Some distinctive buzzing noise came from the distance. Susan stopped breathing and listened. The sound was slowly approaching. It was not good. It was not good at all. It could mean only one thing - they have almost found her. She started to crawl away as quietlt as she could but it meant that her progress was way too slow. The floor of the cave was slippery and it was too dark to rush her movements. Suddenly, her fingers found a small opening in the side of he cave. She squized herself in and smeared her dirty hands all over her face. The buzzing sound was soon close, that she could now clearly distinguish it as mechanical. She saw the beams of light that came from the tiny lamps of the drones. She closed her eyes, held her breath and hoped for the best. There was nothing more she could do now. 

The Need

He felt restless. He hated that they didn't have a clear plan. He always had a plan, a list or an aim. And here he was in a company of crazy people who thought ir is great to just walk around the city in hope to stumble upon something worth exploring. An hour ago they had conficated the city's map because he had secretly plotted the route and tried to push the whole group in the right direction. There was nothing much now for him left to do and the itching feeling grew. He desperately needed a target.