story idea # 3

"Almost there Katie, almost there", I reassured my little sister. Her face was a soft red beneath her dirty blond plaits as she limped along beside me, her hand in mine.

The red dust beneath our feet rose in clouds and sweat ran down in little rivers on my burnt, bare flesh.

I noticed the pained expression on Katie's face and flung her over my back. The landscape was so bare - just sky, yellow from the sun and sprinkled with thick red dust.

I felt the weight on my back slip as Katie tumbled from her position to the ground.

"No!", I screamed, "Katie! Please Katie, please wake-up!".

I hadn't the strength to cry but I felt my mixed emotions of anger, betrayal and hurt well up inside of me.

I felt a sudden burst of strength and yanked Katie up over my shoulder. Forcing myself onward, I marched through the desert, over the sand dunes until there in the distance, appeared a image of tree.

I lay Katie up against a rock under the limited shade that the burnt, leafless tree provided and collapsed beside her.

More sunspots, I thought to myself, seeing as we had been travelling for so long in the open sun.

But that was the least of our problems... he was after us.

I gazed about the grounds. Rushing rivers of cool rain ran down the glass windows of the cab and the outside view of the area was blurred, but there was no mistaking the towering, creamy - white image of the institute. The cab driver, Jonathan something, looked back at me and grinned at the nervous expression on my face. Today was the first day I would meet my Uncle Don, who I would be living with until I was old enough to care for myself. Although it was storming violently outside I was dreading the humid atmosphere. My sandy-blond hair stuck to the sweat on my back and my cheeks were a warm red colour in the mirror.

"Well this is it", Jonathan turned toward me, "You ready?"

Jonathan was my uncle's chauffer. He was an older man, his face like a puckered old apple with sagging wrinkles and his thin wisps of grey hair were tucked behind his ear with sticky, clear gel.

"Well out you get", he said irritated, "I don't have all day!"

I stepped out in the crisp, cool air with my umbrella, sheltering me from the thrashing rain that beat on the concrete path before me. The rain slashed at the windows of the institute and bucketed from the roof's gutter. Minute cubes of hail smashed into tiny, crystallized pieces on the path but the building of white now seemed more visible. It wasn’t exactly tall but better described as wide, stretching right along the well manicured grounds. At the front, where the gravel road had begun, were the towering wrought-iron gates. There were neatly kept shrubs and chalk statues of naked angels along the path to were the ivy-coloured walls of the building began.

Jonathan came up beside me with my only bag, a small blue patterned one with spirals and wheels at the bottom.

“Thank-you”, I said quietly. We walked along hurriedly together out of the rain to the glass door. Strange, I thought, while the door was glass nothing could be seen from the inside. Jonathan pulled the door, the wrinkles around his neck stretched out and face showed a tinge of red.

I blinked in disbelief, it was like nothing I had seen before.

the institute

The Institute

Characters: - Maria (16)
- Dr Strolk (David - doctor)
- Clarice Munt (doctors assistant)
- Nutball (dog)

Setting: An institute - modern and complex

Plot:

Beginning - Maria arrives at uncles house, explores the institute

Middle - Maria starts to notice first signs of her uncles 'evil plans'

End - Maria confirms her uncles plans and proves to everyone what's going on

new story idea

Hi everybody! I had a new idea for a story called 'the institute' which is about a doctor who discovers how to make clones human organs. He uses these organ clones as back-ups for people in case they end up needing another heart or lung, ect. He becomes very rich as many people start to buy these spare organs however what they don't know is that when the doctors cloned organs are inserted into the body they cause another organ to stop working meaning they'll have to buy another and another and another. The doctor is a selfish man and plans this in order to make more money.

Anyway, when his niece, Maria Monty, comes to visit his 'institute' she is first to discover what is really going on behind the white walls of the institute. Only problem is.. how does a 16 year old girl tell the world that they're all bying faulty organs and spending millions?

Story part 2 -

"What the hell is going on here?"

Maria's father came pushing past everyone standing in the door, his face was an illuminous red and his eyes, though usually a hazel shade, were a strict black.

Maria looked up worryingly at her father from the horses side, a tall man, small spectacles, rough mouse-brown hair and spotted, fair skin. Maria had been given her mothers looks - fair-skinnned, sandy-blond hair, emerald green eyes and ears that stuck out from the side of her head.

"I'm not sure Mr Monty, but it's Green Dreamer, her leg's been wounded. I don't know if it's from the storm or, if I must say... to me it appears a gun shot wound."

Maria's body felt numb. She was shaky and for some reason she found it considerably hard to swallow the saliva that had collected together in her mouth.

Mat bent down to investigate the wound. Using his naked hands he pulled from the wound a bullet, silver and discoloured due to the covering of fresh blood.

He shut his eyes for a few brief moments and then rose from his knees and hurried back out through the stables.

Maria followed after him.

"Dad, why are you walking away from an injured horse, what's going on?"

Her father did not pause to talk, instead he continued to his office.

Maria entered behind him.

"What the heck is going on dad? For god sake tell me!"

Mat looked at his daughter frustratingly. Then he shook his head and stood up.

"I'll tell you what's going on. Someone's trying to hurt the horses, and us. They're just trying to threaten us, but we're smarter than them and we will beat them."

Story beginning #1

The horses were unsteady in the paddocks. The storm had struck so suddenly that no-one had thought to collect them. Maria was in her room when she heard the first distressed whinny.

"Get them in!", called Donald, the stable hand. While his voice had always been hoarse it sounded somewhat shaky and distressing.

The rain slashed at the windows and bucketed from the roofs gutter. Golf-ball sized Hail smashed into tiny, crystallized pieces on the concrete path.

Maria rolled hesitantly from her bed. She had been working all day in the scorching heat, her face was a soft, rosemary red and her sandy blond hair was still sticking to the sweat on her neck. All she had wanted was a quick nap before she would have to start another feeding round at the stables.

"What now?", she moaned, stumbling to the window and tugging at the blinds. The glass was covered in cool, rushing rivers of rain that collected in small pools at the corner of the house's outside wall.

The stable hands were rushing fiercely through the rain & hail, horses being pulled on lead-ropes and abandoned at the nearest available shelter.

Maria could hear shouting and calling above the thrashing of the rain and rumble of the furious, grey clouds that clumped together in the sky.

She was suddenly awake and grabbing her coat the 16 year old bolted out the door to the main stable block.

In one particular stall a crowd of worried faces stood at the door. Maria pushed her way through the crowd, while she was not particularly tall and could not see past the many heads she could clearly tell the sound of her fathers most trusted employee, Jonathan.

"What's going on?", she asked before appearing to a chestnut mare by the name Acorn. The mare was covered in thick, creamy white sweat and was on the ground, panting furiously. Her foreleg revealed a gaping red wound, dark scarlet blood leaking uncontrollably from her leg.

Jonathan looked up at Maria. Jonathan was quite handsome, he was older but his thin wisps of jet black hair and soft dark blue eyes made him singularly attractive. Maria's mother and father, Kim and David Monty, had hired Jonathan with great pleasure for his charisma and extended knowledge of horses and racing.

"Maria, I think you ought to fetch your father..."

TO BE CONTINUED...