From alt.pub.dragons-inn Sat May 20 11:33:59 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8446 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!noc.netcom.net!news.sprintlink.net!news.cdsnet.net!news From: Bones McCoy Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [New Character] Life and Times of Obadias Felmore. Date: 19 May 1995 01:02:52 GMT Organization: CDSNet. Lines: 36 Message-ID: <3pgqns$bqj@news.cdsnet.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ts1.cdsnet.net Volume l, Chapter 1- Rats. He hated rats. If there was one animal in the world that he disliked, it was rats. He hated the smell of them, he hated to even look at them. And he was now surrounded by them. Even though he could not see a thing, he knew that they were there. Their furry bodies crawling all over this legs and arms. Their high pitched squeaks drove him crazy. He felt as if he would burst into a million peices if the sounds didn't stop. "Number 1470... cell number 15, down the hall and to your left." The words cut like a knife through the never ending squeaking. It gave him somthing to concentrate on, to embrace. He just laid his head back against the stone wall of his prison cell and sighed. He was tired, bruised and lonely. He didn't even know how long he had been here. All he knew was that it was dark, and he was hungry. Suddenly the bolt to the door clicked with the sound of opening. The rusted door flew open, releasing a blinding light into the sinister cell. He threw his arms up to his face immediatly, to cover the intruding light. His eyes ached with the burning pain. But at least the squeaking had stopped. "Obadias... Obadias." the strange voice said again. This time with a sigh. "Look at yourself. Look at what you have become. Get up off that disgusting floor and get out of that cell." Still not having any idea who the speaker was, Obadias Felmore, got up off his feet and headed towards the light of another life. ********************************************************************** If I did something wrong, or I didn't DO something, please tell me soon, because I intend to build on this story. But please, be kind with the critiquing, don't pick it all to pieces, this is art. As is all writing. -Bones