Some Random Writing

I write a bit, but not nearly as much as my friends, and not nearly as much as I'd like to. I was bored the other day so I just wrote this randomly. It has no context, nor a plot.

Silhouetted by the sun's ascent, Darwin ducked under a pipe, and scrambling forwards, got back up to his feet. He continued running, making large, light strides. He glanced behind him briefly and swore audibly as he ran. The men pursuing him were still doing so- they had not been outrun, not yet anyway.
Darwin ducked left into a small alleyway between two tower blocks. A rusty and aged exterior stairwell snaked up the side of one of the towers. Darwin began to run up them, one flight at a time. Looking down at his feet as he clambered the shaky metallic staircase, He saw his pursuers following. They weren't fooled by his 'disappearing' act. It was such a movie cliche, but sometimes it worked. With a grunt Darwin hauled himself up the final flight of stairs, onto the roof of the tower block.
'Fuck.' He cursed.
He looked around for a few seconds, taking in the surroundings... there was a shorter building to his left, but it was a fifteen, maybe twenty foot drop, he wouldn't make that. In front of him lay a large park- not even a possibility. To his right there was another tower block, but that lay across the road, it was a good 10 meters, and even Darwin couldn't jump that far. He looked behind him the way he came. Across on the other side of the alleyway was the second tower block. Darwin knew this area- on the other side of that tower block were a string of old flats from the 1970's, all the same height, and a good escape route. The skyscraper was large and glassy and modern. Each of its four sides were made of thick mirrored glass, so that it reflected the surroundings around it. It also reflected the sky, and on this dawn that left it with a huge white and yellow spot on the side facing Darwin. From this reflection he knew the sun had come over the horizon just enough cast its light on the skyscraper roof.
He took his pistol out of the inner pocket of his coat, and clicked the safety off. Darwin had never used a gun before, not for real. He had never needed to, he always outran whoever was chasing him. But not this time. He aimed at the skyscraper that lay before him, at the window opposite him, where the the reflection of the sun silhouetted his own. Darwin pulled the trigger, and the recoil jarred him a little, but his aim was good. He clicked the safety off and put the gun away before glancing at the window. A jarred, jagged spiderweb of cracks split the window, culminating in a small bullet hole. Where the cracks ended, the window pane began.
Darwin looked down briefly at his shadow, which lay tall in front of him. No. Ahead of him. Darwin took a deep breath and ran, just as his pursuers, guns bared like metallic teeth, came to the top of the stairs. Darwin ran, and crouched a little as he came to the edge of the roof, before springing his legs up and bringing himself into the air.
His pursuers fired their guns, and gunshots shredded the relative calm of the morning. A cacophony of metallic bangs that jarred and rolled into one another, so that they were in fact indistinguishable to each other, and were simply part of a group. Bullets flew everywhere in Darwin's direction, splaying into the pristine glass panels of the skyscraper, creating unnatural spidering cracks just as Darwin had done seconds before. Darwin flew into his target, and the cracked panel gave way completely and smashed, raining down glass upon the still mobile Darwin.
Darwin landed into a roll and came up to his feet with only a slight stumble. None of the bullets had hit him. He was in a hallway. He continued to run, until he came to an staircase at the end of the hall. He ran a flight, then another, and then he was at the right level. He came to the window facing westwards, away from where he had come, and opened it. It was a large window and gave Darwin little trouble as he climbed out onto the ledge. The opposite block of flats lay about four metres below hima and around five in front of him. Darwin leapt, flew through the air, and landed into a shoulder roll. The landing swift and without problems. He followed the roll through until he was back on his feet, and carried his momentum onwards as he ran across the rooftop. The city lay sprawled before him. It was his playground, full of danger, but beautiful. It was alive, this city. It had a heart, it had a soul. It was a home. Of sorts.

Snow Day Shenanagins

We had a snow day. A goddamn snow day, bitches!
We never get snow down here in rainy old Portsmouth- only about once a year, for one day, does it snow- and it mostly doesn't settle. But this time it was great. Everyone was damn excited on Thursday, as the weather calmly predicted 'Heavy Snow and temperatures of -2 Degrees'.
We hoped school would be closed, as here in Britain we're shite at dealing with snow, but unfortunately  as confirmed by an email and an update on the school website that evening, school was open as ever.
The next day I woke up, hoping that shit had went down in the night and it would be all snowy. Nope. There wasnt't any snow... until around 7:30AM, when it did begin to snow. Lightly at first... then heavier. By the time I left for school at 8:15 there was a modest layer of snow settled on the ground. Fuck yea!
Sooo... get to school and its clear (to me at least) that this establishment will not be open al lhours to day. Not a bloody chance.
So, first lesson we do nothing cause we are just staring out the window... second period is PE, i forgot my kit so just chatted all lesson. This takes us to first break, and My Friends and I were pissed at being kept in school. We asked our buddy, the head girl, to use her head girl leverage or whatever to get us released. She sought out Mr. Marande, one of the senior teachers, and get him to let us go or... something.
She came back. 'I know something I'm not supposed to,' She grinned, 'Right, shhhh, don't tell anyone: We're being sent home in period 3.' There was a unanimous cheer.
We were let go in period three as was said. Our group of friends essentially split into two; the girls and the boys. Us lads went between each others houses, ending up at the furthest from school; at Ollie's house.
The girls arrived a little later and we headed to the nearby park, where we got into a fun snowball fight with about 5 random kids our age. There were about 15 of us so we kicked their asses, then they came back with a bunch of really, really, really chavvy 12 year-olds.
Needless to say these tiny twonks were rude as heck. The 15 year olds left, I dunno where they went, but that's when shit went down. Some of our friends, some of the girls, didn't want to be in the snowball fight so they just sat at the back out of the way, but the kids were throwing snowballs and slurs at them anyway. They were on the other side of a fence that was just above our waist height, eventually it gets worse and worse, these kids yelling swears at us like there was no tomorrow, there were n-words and c-words aplenty. So we crossed the fence, and we mostly stopped throwing them at them, but they were still throwing them, point blanc, at us. At this point a few of us left. These kids were absolute bumheads, and one- lets call him Boston, because that's his name- was getting roper lairy. Someone said something about his mum, or some other juvenile insult, but he'd got quite pissed.
Bloody kid came up to my friend George, and like squared up to him, and we all creased up, because he was only half of Georges height, and George was just grinning. One of my friends Lewis was kind of egging him on a bit, but things were still perfectly under control. So we turn to leave, and Boston runs up and pushed Lewis to the floor.
At this point Ollie flips this fuck out. He screams at this tiny prick, lifts him up and floored him, then booted him in the stomach, followed by another boot in the stomach from Lewis. These kids were quite shocked at this, it was pretty funny- He had it coming.
So we left the park and went back to Ollie's. A few minutes later a few more of us got back... but there were two of us still unaccounted for. We were all a little worried, so I called the two up, and some serious shit went down, and the police were involved or something. So me, Ollie, Lewis, and Ollie's Dad made our merry way back down the road to the park, where we came upon a Police car and an Ambulance. We had a quick chat with the Policeman, he was very helpful and all, and basically what had happened was Boston's crazy Grandmother had come along and called The Po Po. The Police guy told us it was daft and they shouldn't have been called, and bam, the exciting malarky was over. Then we went to the shop, and it wasn't open so we had to go to the co-op instead, and it was more expensive there.
But I brought:
16 Jammie Dodgers,
Haribo Starmix
Bassetts Jelly Babies,
Drumstick Gummies,
Double Decker,
and something else but I forgot.

The End.