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Extraordinary

Extraordinary

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Published by Cameron Davis


It was just a regular day for Jox Workings, delivering guns and artillery to The African Taliban. Then a human skull appears on the road, out of nowhere. He gets out his van to check things out, and discovers that the skull is a setup.


It was just a regular day for Jox Workings, delivering guns and artillery to The African Taliban. Then a human skull appears on the road, out of nowhere. He gets out his van to check things out, and discovers that the skull is a setup.

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Published by: Cameron Davis on Feb 20, 2013
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Extraordinary
 
 byCameron Davis
I make my van skid, reluctantly, as I mesh the break petal. “Skrrr!” My vehiclecomes to a whole stop. All for a good reason—A human skull lies in the middle of the road! No lie.I get out the van and glance behind my vehicle. Its a one-way road. No vehiclecan be seen in the facade. Then I look around, inspecting my surroundings—maybethis a big fat hoax. Of course it is!... How else in the law of physics did this skullmake it smack in the middle of the road?Seeing not a sole with my naked eye, I proceed to check out the human skull. Itsits face up, like it was buried at the beach from the neck down. Weirdly, it is cleanand white as rice. Almost, its molars seems to be grinning at the woods to the rightshoulder of the road. Ain't that a bitch?I get closer. Take my hat off my head and scratch. “
 Look at this shit, here.
” Imumble to no one in particular. The skull looks different upon further inspection.
 
Upon further inspection, I notice that it is a tad smaller than a fully grown humanskull. Whatever it is, the shit has been dead for a while...Next, I take my driving glasses off. Clutching my hat, I tap the shitty skull tomake it move. Not a hard tap, but enough to draw movement. And then it falls toits left jaw side, that mocking smile disappears from its mouth on contact. In closer observation, I notice this skull has bite marks on it. Some animal chewed it up.Then I hear movement from the forest to the left of the road. Something wasmoving.I stand up, looking in the vicinity I heard the movement. Animals. They have areputation out here in Africa, these wild animals do.“Ah muddy pockets!...” I say, walking in that direction: My hat somehow blewnear the trees, free of my discretion. Don't remember it leaving my hands tho... “
 I  got a job to make...shit,
” I repeat, mumbling.Forget that skull. Watch me leave it in the middle of the road. Let me grab myhat and I'm outta here with a quickness. No lie! I got shit to do.Then my intercom in my van goes off. “Jox...Jox...ya' dere', mi man'? Da' GPSmonitor says that ur' 10 minutt' behine' scetule'...Tell mi' wassup', gottin' in troubleor sumdin'. Holler bak.”As I stride toward my hat, I think about yelling out to him that I'm good. But as I
 
 pick up my maroon cap with da' liquor logo, a shiny flic of white makes me stop.Straining, I make out what looks like two pupils...“What in tha'
 shit 
hole?...”It is not uncommon to see human skeleton's in Africa. But whatever thiscreature is on the edge of the jungle is a bit abnormal. My intuition told me to runto the van.But then I saw him. Me and him, our eyes connected like Wifi, and, at that verymoment, every ounce of blood froze inside me. That's when all
hail 
broke lose.“OUAURGH!!!” The wild animal growls like the beast that it is, as it jumpedout the thick shrubbery.It jumps straight on the road. Onto the raggedy concrete it steps. Its paws aremenacing, its fur makes it appear like the minx of a golden king. Its mane is thick.This animal is nothing short of a
 Beast 
. Beast.And then I hear the discombobulated voice of my location manager, on da'intercom. Can't hear much, but I manage out what sounds like: “
 Jox!...Was that a freekin' lion roar...Get outta o' dere...Jox! Are ya dere'? If you don't respon' in 5minut' I'm sendin' help phor ya!...
Suiting, the beast frowns its face up something ugly and makes a growl so fierceeven the birds stop making noise. “AUORAGH!!!”

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